It's just a glitch on the computer. Nothing major. It happens to everyone. Everyone gets a virus now and then. Right?

(Y/N) is just an innocent girl who wanted to live a normal, carefree life. That's all she cares about, well, that and her candies. With low blood sugar, she needs to keep her energy up with something sugary, so what better way than to befriend a psychotic clown with a sweet tooth. Wait... What? Suddenly, (Y/N) finds herself thrown into a world of nightmares and murdered children. She tries to get help, but no one believes her. She's stuck being alone with the psychotic clown that puts the 'laughter' in 'slaughter'. But really, what could go wrong? DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LAUGHING JACK. HE BELONGS TO SNUFFBOMB. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE OTHER CREEPYPASTAS. THEY ALL BELONG TO WHOEVER THE HELL MADE THEM. I ONLY OWN THE STORY'S PLOT, GEORGE, OFFICER DELLA, OFFICER KINGSLEY, THE CHILDREN, THE PARENTS, BASICALLY ANY SIDE CHARACTER THAT ISN'T A MASS MURDERER. Rated M for Mature: -contains high violenve -contains high gore -contains foul language

So I was browsing among some little stories and found one that had an odd plot.. It just annoyed me because it was terribly written, things were spelled wrong, grammar was just a drag.. However! I found the topic to be intriguing so I hope you all enjoy this lovely comeback~ Note! THIS IS NOT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP!! THIS IS NOT TO BE TAKEN LIGHTLY! THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR THE FEINT OF HEART AND IS NOT AT ALL 'lovey dovey' THIS IS NOT BY ANY MEANS MEANT TO BE ATTRACTIVE! IF YOU OR ANYONE YOU KNOW HAVE A BAD RELATIONSHIP LIKE THIS THEY NEED HELP IMMEDIATELY Warning! This story will contain the following: •Gore •Mild Language •Obsession •Stalking •Smut {At some point if I deem it fit} I want to address I took this from my old account that I cannot seem to get rid of. The email its attached to will not allow me to log in or out of it. So I cannot delete the account and only switch accounts.

Knowing I burnt my house to ash? Living with that fact? That doesn't bother me. The punches and hits I receive? I couldn't care less. But this really fucking bothered me... (Warning, -Strong language -Gore -Sensitive content -The reader is written gender neutral so anyone can read it I use they/them pronouns) (Yes, I know Masky and Hoodie aren't Creepypastas but I really wanted to include them. They both belong to Marble Hornets.) Thanks for reading!💕 (Art is not mine)

!!! This book is old. For something not written like a dumb preteen, go read the rewrite! I also update that one, unlike this book! !!! Tuscaloosa, Alabama, your new home, is typically calm, quiet(in the way there isn't a bunch of children disappearing), according to individuals on the news. However, with your new entrance to this place, small children and teens end up missing, either found mutilated in wooded areas, such as Rosswood Park, or never seen again. At a store on the very outer edges of the town, you run into a man you're immediately drawn to, fearful of, challenged by, and intrigued by. You two have plenty of fun, yet after a week, things go south You two end up on the run, along with a friend of his. You were dragged into their constant running from it. You dragged yourself into its interest and desire. Screwing definitely got you screwed. !!!WARNING!!! This book is very mature, with lots of sex, cursing, fighting, gore, and even more. Please be careful of what you read. (There is a small bit of Hoodie/Brian x Reader as well, but mostly just Tim... Brian is just a hook up.)

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

S̶h̶e̶ ̶c̶o̶n̶v̶i̶n̶c̶e̶d̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶s̶e̶l̶f̶-̶a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶y̶e̶a̶r̶s̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶y̶e̶a̶r̶s̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶ b̶e̶l̶i̶e̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶f̶a̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶r̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶p̶i̶x̶i̶e̶ ̶d̶u̶s̶t̶-̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶d̶r̶e̶a̶m̶s̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶c̶h̶i̶l̶d̶r̶e̶n̶.̶ B̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶w̶o̶r̶l̶d̶.̶.̶ I̶t̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶d̶r̶e̶a̶m̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶g̶o̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶k̶i̶l̶l̶e̶d̶.̶ E̘͋v̰͔̊̚ẹ̰͗̕r̨̺̥̆̕͝y̳̦̏̔͡ͅṯ̡̮̊͂̾hȉ̯̖̉ń̫̟̖̮̲͆͒̊͝g̩͉̔͡ ̘̞̖̬͒͛͘͘i͈̐s̰̦͉̅͛͡ d̖͇͛̒i̘̤̩̐̊̀̚ͅf͎̥̎͡f̰̥̺̤͆̆̽̕͟͝e̙̾re̖̠̖̓͑̕n̯͉̓͆t ̳̦̜̟̃̓̌̓n̡̝̿́o̹̯͓͎̒̏̏̕w.͍̈́.͔̔ ・・・・✪・・・・✪ ・・・・ DISCLAIMER: BEN ART USED IN EDIT WAS CREATED BYTHESE WONDERFUL PEOPLE: http://legendoflovely.tumblr.com http://vincentsillustration.tumblr.com http://saltycatfish.tumblr.com http://awaywardthing.tumblr.com http://contentious-shrew.tumblr.com http://caiabresebun.tumblr.com http://naganadel.tumblr.com http://nyarbon.tumblr.com http://thestonemask.tumblr.com http://tucker-draws-things.tumblr.com COVER EDITTED IN: PICSART

[COMPLETED] "There's something I just have to do. Remember that incident with BEN?" I frowned and slowly nodded my head. "Well, I need to make sure something like that never happens. I need to make sure that everyone knows that you're mine." He smirked and took a knife that was on a night table next to the bed. "How about we leave a mark on you?" _______________________________________ DISCLAIMER: this story contains vulgar language, gore, abuse, murder, sexual content. My first fanfic. Hope you enjoy ^^ (The cover pic is mine btw) (Y/n) - your name (E/c) - eye color (S/c) - skin color Highest rankings: #1 in JeffTheKiller #1 in Horror And I don't quite remember any more, wasn't paying attention :DD

There was this river behind your house that would always calm you down whenever you had a bad day, it was far from your house but still remained on your property. You always sat down by the river and played in the stream, you found many things near the river and enjoyed collecting them. But after you find a working camera,everything changes..

I didn't write this but I have been given permission to post this all credit goes to Valentinesdaygreen and a link below to the original story origin http://valentinesdaygreen.deviantart.com/