A murdered father has left Hope's life in shambles. With limited support in her life she feels alone. So what happens when a mysterious man comes into her life and flips it around?

This is an x reader story with the Creepypastas! Including Ben, Slenderman, Jeff the Killer, Lost Silver, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, and more to come! Either going to be a romance or just a normal reader insert.

Ryder found about his ability when he was eight. Now, at fifteen years old, he's put them to good use-or so he thinks. But when more important, more powerful people start to go after him, will he be able to survive? Follow Ryder on his journey as he realizes that if you cannot be controlled, then you cannot be trusted. Then you are dangerous. ++++ "Memories of when I first found out about my powers flood my brain. When I wasn't in here. When I decided to use my powers for the good of people. But not everyone saw it that way. After all, not everyone likes a person who is uncontrollable."

"he says he cannot see the weight i feel myself carry but i am an unstable giant in a small boy's body, i expand through my skin like my bones are a prison, i feel dark hands pushing against my ribs, i can hear something screaming if i just listen late nights, late nights, where the giant in me sinks her teeth deeply into the bits of my heart that are still beating. late nights where the texts go unanswered and nobody notices when i say things like "haha funny i'm so sad i'm dying" haha funny, haha the world is ending he says i am tiny, tiny, kissable, dainty. no thunderstorm, no rainfall, no tornado incoming. little beach waves. little seashell. i am pandora's box. i contain hell." [larry stylinson ] © babyboyfriends

Insane, crazy, looney, got a few bolts loose, mental, coo-coo, absolutely mad. My poetry is insane. I'm not. It writes itself. And this time it's wrote itself mad. You may not understand every aspect, but I sure as hell do. Poetry and crazy fits together like a neat little math equation. Just better, it's great really... You'll love reading my mental words. As they twist in your head. Might as well start now... Before the voices start up again.