random creepypasta I find on the internet.

Hoping to shake this human off once and for all, I twisted my body around rapidly with a plan to put my words into action. When I was on my way to push this man as deep into the floor as possible my body all of the sudden went rigid. When my body froze solid, so did my brain. It took me several seconds to get out of my trance and when I finally did, all that was running through my mind were two words. Those eyes. All of the feelings that I had been hiding for the last 160 years were now coming crashing down on me. They were literally shooting out from this human's eyes like fire. A fire that burned into my core.

Hi. My name is Mercy Vlad Draca. I'm 14 years old and in the 8th grade. I have the typical life of a teenage girl. Puberty....boys....drama...friends. Bullies. And blood. You heard me. I said blood. Not period blood but actual blood. Ok...so I may not have the life you think I were to have. You see...I'm a vampire. No not the ones that sleep in coffins, talk like Dracula, and wooden stake death and can't eat Italian food. Well...other then the Italian part..I live with my aunt. Ever since my parents died in a mysterious fire when I was 12.....So this story is about my life. So you better fucking enjoy it. ------ Cover edit to mercurous ARIANA GRANDE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE STORY

Never in my life has my mom ever said something so horrible, so disgusting. Never in my sixteen years of living, have I heard something so awful and cruel. When Mom said those five words, I felt like my world was ending, and that my life was over. "You're going to high school." Now, I know what you're thinking. What's so bad about high school? Well, nothing if you're a normal, responsible human. But, that's just the thing. I'm not human. I'm a vampire. And, I've watched a hundred human movies to know that high school is horrible. My life has officially ended.

(Y/N), also known as Heartless Nightmare, is a killer with a purpose, to find an item of great power and importance to her. She comes across a house of killers who agree to help her and show her some fun as well. Will she be able to cope?

These are creepypasta stories and origins. If you dont know creepypasta are stories passed through the web and or urban legends of scary stories. Such as Slenderman, Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Jeff The Killer, and Zalgo. These creepypasta and stories belong to the original writers I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING IN THIS BOOK!!! Please enjoy I will state original authors name at end of each pastas origin.

When the sun goes down, the gravestone statues in Willow Hills Cemetery come to life--including Gretta. As a granite guardian of the dead, it's her job to make sure her charge--the snarky, hot-headed, lesbian spirit Quinn Rivera--crosses over and finds spiritual peace. But that's a little hard to do when Quinn's twin brother Jason blames himself for her premature death. And for Quinn to agree to cross over, he must learn the truth of her accidental passing and the bipolar episodes that led her to shut him out beforehand. But reaching out to the living is against the rules, and to break them would mean facing the most power-hungry and terrifying spirit of all: Death. *** Inspired by 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 (but not a retelling), Willow Hills is a southern gothic story with paranormal/horror elements. 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥) C/W: Gore, some violence, and light to moderate swearing. Neurodiverse and LGBT #ownvoice rep.

Y/n was always considered different too everyone except their Nanna who dies unfortunately. However, Y/n meets the creepypasta's who are similar too them and is welcomed by Slenderman. Some of the creepypasta's don't exactly like this new arrangement at first and others welcome you with open arms. During this time, Y/n is determined too find out what they truly are. However a small love blossoms in between Y/n and the man behind the blue mask. A/n: I'm sorry but not all the famous creepypasta's you know of (cause I'm dumb) will be in this story, but I'll try too add as many as possible, and this is my first story so dont judge me. ⚠️Warning⚠️ *Swearing *Blood, grotesque imagery !Don't read if easily triggered!

Normal, average, plain, whatever you want to call it. She wasn't anything special. Ordinary in every way you could imagine, as she claimed. In her eyes, she didn't seem to have any exceptional qualities. So why was she here? "You think I'm unique...?" "In more ways than one." (Sniper Mask x Fem!Reader) - - started: 3/11/21 completed: 9/15/21

18+ story🔥 I wrote a different version that's in my page. But i wanted another version where we aren't a mask, so this is a different version 😊