After a long drunken Halloween night, you find yourself willingly picking up three masked strange hitchhikers. Your over friendliness intrigues them and throws you into a world of romance, horror, insanity, and despair. (All credits of any creepypasta/marble hornets character belong to their respectful owners. I own none of these beloved characters and hope you all enjoy.)

You always wanted a way out of town and away from the trauma of your every day life, but who knew it would come to you in a blue mask? Your life was certainly troubled. You had no parents- they were stripped away from you by a faceless thing in the woods one night when you were a small child. You had a troubled friend group. You had a stressful, mind-numbing minimum wage job. You had a broken home, completed by the drunken, careless uncle who had once promised to take care of you and your siblings. It made you want to disappear. The grey man dressed in black was a surprise to you after a chaotic night at home, and it was just his luck you even found him. However, what you thought to be a strange new friend was lethal and full of old horrors, and you soon come to find that he wants to be much more than just friends. (Cover art belongs to me!) Started: 8/26/2022 First Published: 10/15/2022 Finished: [Pending]

This is my journal. It's where I will be posting my Creepypasta or Slenderverse experiences, investigations, researches, ect. (Iᴍ ᴀ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀsᴛᴀ ʀᴇsᴇᴀʀᴄʜᴇʀ) ⚠️ I'm warning you.. Do NOT make the same mistake as me.. This is not a joke at all.. Whatever I say here is 100% real. Nothing is made up. These are my actual experiences with them. ⚠️

These are things that I have been keeping record of for... various reasons. I'm told not to share this but screw him he's not my father. It's my life and my experiences. I suppose you can call this horror but the most scariest part about it is that it's all real. No fakery. I only wish it was fake. So do yourself a favor and... enjoy what you have before it disappears. You have been warned... Welcome to my Hell.

Run. All that was on my mind was to run. After all, I'm a runaway, and running away is what people like me do best. We run from everything. People. Things. Our lives. Our emotions. Our fears. Our wishes. We run from one life to the next and we try our hardest to not look back. But sometimes we stop. We stop to bask in the now, the present, the life we're living before we remember. Before something happens and we remember why we were running in the first place and forget the reason we stopped. All a runaway can do after that is to Run. This is a Marble Hornets/TribeTwelve/Creepypasta/EverymanHyrbid AU story. I do not own any Marble Hornets/ TribeTwelve/ Creepypasta/EverymanHyrbid characters mentioned or any songs mentioned. All rights go to there respected owners. I only own the main Character, Mad.

About my experiences with creepypastas, as well as my research an investigations, I do not recommend everything I do so try at your own risk. I hope you find this helpful! ☆

You could be considered the mailperson of the Creepypasta world, taking letters, threats, and people from Creepypasta to Creepypasta. What happens when you encounter some of the more famous killers? These stories are kinda like oneshots, loosely connected but you can still skip around to your favs (Also Slenderman won't get one because he's like, a thousand years old)

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

Before you say anything, I wrote this story on another account and I lost the login info Two serial killers Masky and Hoodie run rampant killing people left in right in your small community. After they manage to chase you down and catch you Masky spares you? He proposes a deal, live with him but completely off the grid, cut off from the rest of humanity. Will you make it out alive living with a sociopathic serial killer? Only time will tell. Most Impressive Rankings: #1 in MaskyxReader 10/29/2022 #1 in Masky 03/08/2022 #1 in JeffTheKiller 03/24/2022

[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