꧁𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘳꧂ creepypasta x grim reaper reader.

She's a ghost but shes not dead, people just treat her like she's not there. What happens when this ¨ghost¨ catches the attention of a mansion filled with serial killers??? READ TO FIND OUT!! (SLOW UPDATES) \(*.*)/

Little (y/n) was 6, she was a orphan, she hated the place since kids called her a freak......for a reason though......she could see the dead. She had made friends with them she said but they didn't believe her and thought she was crazy. Each day they would say 'crazy' or they will say 'your crazy no wonder your parents left you' or even worse....... 'Kill yourself' She had enough What will happen To those other orphans Well read to find out~

You never expected your parents to abandon you at the age of sixteen, and if it wasn't for the man your parents took in when you were ten, you would have been completely alone. Even after a year, you still half-expected them to come back. Your seventeenth birthday came and went with only two people to celebrate it, and you weren't related to either of them. Then came your eighteenth with the same two people. Your hobbies carried you through the loneliness that you found yourself in-although, your guardian told you again and again that ghost hunting wasn't a hobby. When a string of murders ravaged your town, your interest in both the paranormal and technology came in handy. If it wasn't for you, the case would never have been solved, and you never would have brought someone back from the dead, even if he did torture you with his embarrassingly truthful compliments and flirtatious lines. (this is a work of fiction. all the Pastas belong to their original creators. they are not real, nor am i saying that they are. the only thing i own is the plot and any OCs. please do not re-write my work. this is not a romanticisation.)

Collection of CreepyPasta background stories for you to discover new pastas, read the old for nostalgia, and buff your knowledge on the legitimate side of the killers. Credit to ALL of their creators/owners. If I don't get a creator's name, please feel free to inform me in the comments so I can add credits as soon as possible. Thanks! ⦻ cover art by Lynnarty ✨💥 (I will be adding visual images over time.)

ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀꜱᴛᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ((𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋)) ── ❝ 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲... 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭? ❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 death can't even stop her, nothing can, not ever she rises from the dead, in an odd situation where she never thought was possible though with a huge cost... started: 1st march 2023 ended: ... © credits goes to the artist

[currently undergoing major editing / rewriting] You thought you'd seen it all: clowns, a tall faceless guy who had arms longer than his torso, and a man with a smile cut into his face. After spending so many years seeing what shouldn't be seen, you were completely and utterly unbothered. So you thought. When you were handed the opportunity to spite your childhood nightmare, you took it, accepting that you would have to interact with one of his minions. He was polite, funny, and appreciative, so what could go wrong? Surely you weren't going to fulfil both of his dreams at once. (this is a work of fiction. all the Pastas belong to their original creators, as do any images used. they are not real, nor am i saying that they are. the only thing i own is the plot and any OCs. please do not re-write my work. this is not a romanticisation.)

Hadley, the daughter of a certain rapey Slender, has never met said father. But she will at her 17th birthday which is soon. Until that, she has been raised by Slenderman, her uncle. How will she react to meeting her father? (cover isn't mine) (SO, this story and the other Creepypasta fics minus Raised to Hate are going to be discontinued, unless I suddenly get a surge of motivation to try finish this, but unlikely , sorry :( )

slenderman finds his daughter and brings her back to his mansion which of course is made mostly of men and starts falling for one of her fathers proxys

-+-+-+-+- For years I've been made fun of because of my hair, it's softer than silk, it doesn't make knots, it's never been to long or to short(at least not for me), it flows in the wind and is easy to style, but it's white. And I finally found out why... -+-+-+-+- Rebecca was always different, that's why she got bullied. She was the town black sheep. Since she could remember, she always felt like someone was watching her. But it didn't creep her out, strangely it comforted her.