ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ɪᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽, 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓼. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓵, 𝓷𝓸 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸 𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱.. [FEM.PROTAGONIST] -~{Do you think that if you dig a little deeper, you can get the answers to your questions? But do you ever wonder that it will only lead you to confusion, fear and madness? You rot from the inside every day as you try to investigate further, seeking answers to your never ending questions - not noticing how the darkness consumes you more each day. It doesn't want you to find out the truth. The more you investigate, the more it gets to your brain, fogging your memories, toying with them, controlling you.}~- ~It's killing you. ~You can't stop what you started. • Art and story by me • | this story is just a fan-fiction and it's my first time writing something like this. All the characters are fictional and the creepypasta characters belong to their own creators, I do not claim ownership of the characters other than my own in this story. English is not my first language and the story can contain grammar mistakes. Anything said about the Estacada town is not necessarily correct, most of the time it's all fiction and not real places. | | the story contains self harm, murder, blood, violence and strong language. |

This was written in April 2021, and pulled from the depths of my Google Docs in June 2025. A fan-statement of the Magnus Archives, written by Clover K. Brooke regarding their experience working as a janitor at a very old office building.

Cover art: cocoabats All transcripts posted here are taken from 'The Magnus Archives Transcripts Archive Archive A (Extremely Unofficial)' on GitHub.

As a psychology student, being casually stalked has thrown you for a bit of a loop.

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Days stuck behind the counter of a convenience store out in the middle of nowhere are slow at best, but the handsome serial killers that come from the surrounding forest to grab their last minute groceries almost make it all worth it. At least to a touch starved gay such as M/n.

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart