"Oh Y/N~" he said as he walked past the table I was hiding under. My tears were falling on the ground as I sat next to my brutally murdered friend, one of my hands covering my mouth to prevent me from screaming or throwing up. "I know you're here, sweetheart~" he continued. I squeezed my eyes shut, but opened them again after some time. I looked right into his empty eye sockets. "Gotcha." Before I even could scream, everything went black.

I was playing in the front garden with my 10 year old little brother when we saw a car pulling up to the house across from ours. The family who bought the house stepped out of the car. The was a woman, a man, a little boy around my little brother's age and a boy around my age. I stared at him, he had shoulder length messy black hair, dark eyes and a pale skin tone. He noticed I was staring and looked at me. I got all warm inside as he smiled at me, I smiled back. But what I didn't know was what darkness the near future had... (I WILL BE CHANGING A COUPLE THINGS FROM THE ORIGINAL CREEPYPASTA SO THE STORY COMES BETTER AROUND, LIKE JEFF BEING 17 YEARS OLD AND LIU 10 YEARS OLD) [FANART COVER: MATTYS-ART.TUMBLR.COM]

Toby and I have been friends since we met each other in pre-school. After that we've been going to the same schools. We're both 17 years of age now, and we're in the same class. People bully him for his tics but I protected him. At school he was unpopular but I was popular, I used it in my advantage to help Toby. But when the bullies gave him the nickname; Ticci Toby, everything changed. (I WILL BE CHANGING SOME THINGS FROM THE ORIGINAL CREEPYPASTA SO THE STORY COMES BETTER AROUND, LIKE TOBY BEING 17 YEARS OLD AND HIS SISTER 19 YEARS OLD)

Being a server to someone isn't an easy life. You don't have free will, you don't get paid, you live in poor conditions, and above all you're trapped. And it makes it even harder when you're serving the God of chaos itself; Zalgo. This is the only life I know, or have known... I'm not even sure anymore who I am... They call me Bunny, but I know for a fact that's not my real name. And there's this empty spot in my heart which I can't seem to fill whatever I do. That's what I thought until I met him once again... -=÷=- HIYA! I'M BACK! It took a hot half year for me to start writing the sequel, but oh well! It's best if you've read "All Eyes" beforehand but you can still read it if you haven't, so no worries!

Hello, my name is Y/N L/N! I'm 16 years old and live in Waukesha, Wisconsin, United States. Yes, the place where the Slenderman Stabbing occured. I knew those girls, not really well though, but I knew them. I mean it was 2014, I was 8 and they were 12 at the time. Luckily they're locked up and they won't be released anytime soon. I'm still wondering what happened that night, maybe if I find him he'll explain. Explain what happened that night, and explain me. Explain why I am like this, and why this is happening to me. ~ What will happen on your adventure to answers? More questions come into view and new friends and enemy's will be made. Will you survive? ~ (THIS IS MY THIRD CREEPYPASTA X READER AND AS ALWAYS I'LL BE CHANGING SOME AGES OF THE PASTA'S!)

"Get me out of here." He said rather annoyed as I was laughing at him, leaning against the doorframe and swinging the key from the door around my finger. "I will when you tell me that I'm smarter, better, and prettier than you, the infamous serial killer Jeffrey Woods." I laughed as my eyes pierced through his. "I'd rather die." he growled at me. I sighed, "I guess I'll have to leave you here then. Oh well." And I walked away. "Wait!" I heard him say. With a smile on my face I waited, still having my back turned at him. "You're smarter, better, and prettier than me." He sighed. "I can't hear you." I said, still not looking at him. "You're smarter, better, and prettier than me." He said, irritated. "1 more time." I said, smiling wider than before. "You're smarted, better, and prettier than me!" He said again in a loud voice. Giggling I turned around and walked towards the door, unlocking it. "Good boy."

There's a legend that there was only one person, one girl, who survived the infamous Jeff The Killer. Many think it's just a tale, because after Jeffrey Woods was caught and locked away for his crimes and insanity, he never revealed anything about his victims. But why does this matter so much to me? My name is Y/N L/N, and I'm a 19 year old detective student at Willow Creek University of Law and Order. I was assigned the project of figuring out of the legend was real. And what better way to find out that the source? -=÷=- I know, I know, I said I was retired from making creepypasta fanfictions, but there's this great person who gave me the idea and now I wanna do it. Enjoy, my darlings 😘