~Senaryolar tamamiyle benimdir. Lütfen (ç)alınma falan olmasın. ~Gerçekçi yazmaya çalışacağım, sadece bazı yerlerde karakterler kişilik dışına çıkabilir. ~Kan, küfür, taciz, kesici alet vb. iğrenç şeyler içerebilir. Creepypasta sonuçta.

Scopophobia: Scopophobia is an intense fear of being watched or looked at and can occur following a traumatic event or due to unknown causes In the forgotten town of Red Pine, a crumbling house hides the legacy of a man driven mad after surviving a mysterious asylum fire. Within its rotting walls lie cursed VHS tapes that show masked figures stalking the woods and committing brutal murders footage that feels too real to dismiss. The town itself whispers of disappearances, strange symbols carved into trees, and something watching from the shadows, leaving the question of whether the horror is born of the house, the woods, or something far older that lingers between them. Hoodie x reader, Masky x reader, ticci toby x reader

s/a creepypasta seven genç ve asosyel bir kızdı,Ben Drowned ise onu fark etmiş akıl oyunları oynamayı seven bir gençti. 🏆 | #1. "Yandere" 02/04/2023' 🏆 | #1. "Creepypasta" 28/04/2023'

Book 2 of Welcome to the family

BOOK 1 You are nineteen and a awfully cheerful girl for your age. your kinda like the basic white girl like always wearing cute pink clothes. but no matter that you are kind. Maybe too kind for your own good...

Remember that little phase you had in middle school? Yea, the one where you were very invested in the idea that CreepyPastas were real. How about we fast forward a bit. A now high school graduate, you spend your nights studying and working, but when you're finishing up that last paper, your laptop crashes. Must be a virus, the IRT center must have a solution, unless the virus had a mind of its own...

"Shit, shit! Why did you stab me!?" I exclaim, laying on the floor with my hand grasping my side, not really putting thought into what I'm saying anymore. "Well what did you think I came here to do!?" He still has his knife out, pointed out towards me. I grab the closest object and hold it out in front of me, this just so happens to be a can of hairspray. "No, you stay back there, I don't want you doing any more damage than you've already done." He falters for a second and stares at the can of hairspray before looking back at me, "I am a murderer, this is my job...you know what this is just getting annoying." - An 18yr old serial killer under the name of "Jeff The Killer" has been tormenting a small town in southern Mississippi for around a month now. He didn't know why he decided to target this town, he just needed to blow off some steam. He didn't want to be controlled anymore, he needed something different. When he meets (Y/n), and fails to kill him, will he actually find someone that understands him? (Y/n), also 18yrs old, is stuck in a house with an emotionally and physically abusive step sister, an avoidant step brother, a Dad who seemed to care more about his work and social status then his son, and a distant step mother. On the outside he looks perfect, he seems to have everything handed to him. On the inside though, however much he may think he's a saint, it's all a ruse to hide his homicidal thoughts. He prays for something new, something that will save him from the drone of life. However the way that prayer is answered might not be what he intended, but what he needs. (a/n): The version of this story with my own oc is on Ao3. ⚠️Will include violent scenes ⚠️ Tw: slurs cover art by shatteredankles on instagram

『 #8 ɪɴ ᴊᴇғғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ 』 The blood rushed over my body, heart beating, world spinning. It was a whole new world, I never knew something so bad could feel so good. The blood on my hands, the scream of their voices- I've done it. I've killed my first victims. This was the first murder in 2 years in our small town since Jeffery.. Now I know why he did it. The feeling, eating inside you, craving to get out. I stood there, staring at the bodies. I heard the sirens- growing closer, closer... And that when I saw him. Standing in the back yards corridor. Smiling, eyes not moving from my sight. "Found You." And that's when he grabbed my hand and ran. A new adventure began; [Trigger warnings: Murder; Rape; Prostitution]

You were the girl always getting picked on. The loner, the unpopular one, the worthless one. You always thought to yourself as human trash. Worthless.. Until one day, you saw him and met him. The one that helped you. Your friend or maybe that's what you thought. And that "him" was Homicidal Liu. (Update 08/10/2019: why is this still popular i dont understand)

"Liu's gone.... right?"