𝅄⠀࿙࿚ ︶ ⠀♱⠀ ︶ ࿙࿚ 𝅄 ꒰ 𝐃eep in suburban grime stands your gloomy apartment complex, unceremoniously slotted in a dodgy neighbourhood. It's a temporary living arrangement while you attend college, picking up small part-time jobs to keep yourself afloat. The area is mundane, and perhaps the weather is a bit miserable at times, but you don't seem to mind. 𝐘et, you can't seem to shake the unsettling feeling that trails behind you, one that is only heightened when a bizarre string of murders occurs throughout your usually quiet area, seemingly all having a specific connection to your apartment building. After colliding paths with a few... unsavoury faces, you're determined to get to the bottom of whatever the hell is happening, and you might just capture a couple of hearts along the way. ꒱ 𝅄⠀࿙࿚ ︶ ⠀♱⠀ ︶ ࿙࿚ 𝅄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ - may also contain other slenderverse characters.

[name] had just been transferred from her recently found job to a different Foundation. A Foundation which called themselves Pothos. They disguised themselves for years as an Asylum and did a great job at it but what was really hidden beneath were creatures that were told to give you nightmares. Freddy Kruger, Michael Myers...they were nothing compared to these atrocities. Inhuman creatures of your worst nightmares. They were once able to roam, causing havoc but now trapped here. [name]'s only goal other than her scientific and medical research was survival.

An ordinary girl that has a family by her side is what [Name] let's people think. But behind those closed doors and windows is another story. A story that causes her to create a new one that was surely unexpected.

Just some scenarios with the spooky boys. Reader can be any gender. Requests are welcome. All characters in this story (including the reader) are 18 or older. I do not own any of these characters. Jeff the Killer belongs to sesseur, Ben Drowned belongs to Jadusable, Eyeless Jack belongs to Azelf5000, Masky and Hoodie belong to the creators of Marble Hornets, Troy Wagner and Joseph DeLage. Homicidal Liu belongs to Vampirenote13. The Bloody Painter belongs to DeluCat. Hobo Heart belongs to Chris Oz Fulton.

☆ It was...horrific. Blood drenched his palms, the sleeves of his jacket, his face...especially on the blades of his hatchets. My heart stopped as I looked at him carefully step towards me, as if I were prey. Toby's brown eyes got even darker as his grip loosened from the hatchet in the boy's back. Did I ever mention that I find blood on men extremely attractive? AC: shatteredankles TW: There are topics of abuse in this story, so please read cautiously ☆

COVER ART BY ME! × !Mature content warning! × The wind was howling through the trees, rain pouring down and breaking apart on the ground, only to join together again in the form of pouls scattered across the city. Vegetating the forest with its content, the water feeding the flora and animals living inside. It was that cold night that it all began. Their obsession with you.

(Y/N) (L/N) was always a fan of creepypasta. She wasn't necessarily crazy obsessed with it, but she found the stories interesting. Sure she had pondered the idea of them actually existing but that just seemed crazy, like something that'd only happen in a book. However, one night she receives a visitor she was never expecting. --- As the title says this is a BEN x reader! Tbh I only chose BEN because I need someone whose backstory I knew well enough XD. Anyway hope you enjoy! There will be other pastas in the story and since I know many of you like more than one pasta, there will be some fluff between (Y/N) and the other pastas There is some swearing in the book so if you're uncomfortable with that, you might want to skip this one. It's not constant but it's there. I do not own the cover photo or any image that appears in this book. I only own the story itself. I only added the Sunny D to the original photo for the cover. !!!!!!!DO NOT READ THIS BOOK IF YOU ARE ALLERGIC TO SUNNY D!!!!!!! Lowkey Sunny D x Reader 😉😉😉

You thought your phone was broken when it read nine-forty-three in the morning while it was pitch black outside. One look at social media gave you all the information you needed to know what was happening. The sun was gone. Everywhere, in every state, city, country. Not only that, but people were making up all kinds of excuses for why it was missing. Yet, with each hour that passed, it kept worsening. People began looting in major cities, creating mobs to rush important buildings or block off busy roads. You, living in a semi-large city, could hear the sounds from afar; until those sounds turned to screaming, yelling, running. There were things out there. Things that wanted to hurt you. People that wanted to hurt you. Will daybreak ever come again? Or was this new, apocalyptic setting forever your new reality? ...And why did a masked, bloodied, man just break into your bathroom? ORIGINALLY POSTED ON QUOTEV.

A world where nothing is seen. You still treated me as a person. As much as she can't see, she can feel.

It was your first year of senior year. standing at your bus stop, a boy caught your attention. he then suddenly looked your way. | A story of a teenage girl meeting new people, while having strange experiences. - SOCIAL MEDIA AU FEM READER A/N : this story will contain fluff, smut, slight angst and crack. Cover art creds : matd0 on tumblr.