After a catastrophic event in your remote farmhouse leaves you unconscious, you wake up in a house... not just any house. A mansion full of monsters- carved smiles, empty eye sockets, masks, and tension. You seemed to have caught someone's eye though. Contains harsh language, and graphic content. (Body horror, vomit, disturbing actions, sex scenes, I tried to be as realistic as possible. Re-readinh this, it's a rather disgusting story so if you're queazy about this stuff be careful). I've been a part of the creepypasta fandom FOR A MINUTE. (Now I'm talking like 10 years...) So I'm basically a veteran loser. My creepypasta addiction is seeping back into my life, so I decided to start up a brand new wattpad account and begin writing little stories that came to mind.

Homicidal Liu x gender neutral reader You live in a nice peaceful neighborhood when one day you notice a new family has moved on your street. You befriend the family's two son's, until one night everything changes in the flash of an eye. Reader is referred by they/them pronounce in this story

You are a 16 year old girl that is an orphan, both of your parents died when you were 4 and your finally your getting adopted by some people but these people seem anything but ordinary and you soon start to fall for one of them called Cody. Updated every Sunday #37 Xvirus

Y/N was a normal girl she up until something happened. A family moved into the neighbourhood so due to curiosity she went over and introduced herself to them. There were 2 boys one her age and another one 2 years older. She quickly became friends with them until something happened.

Normal. What is normal? Normal is defined as the usual, typical, or expected state or condition. But what is it really? I thought I was normal. But others say i'm different. Am I though?

"You promised you won't leave me, that you'll always be by my side! Don't you remember?!" "No..." - Started: 071418 Ended: 061419 11.9K words Highest Rankings: #72 in shortstory (190k+ stories) #756 in fanfiction (850k+ stories) #65 in creepypasta (61k+ stories) #10 in ticcitoby (7k+ stories) #9 in ticcitobyxreader (290+ stories) #3 in readerxcreepypasta (280+ stories) #2 in tobyxreader (90+ stories)

When I stare at his emerald eyes I see hope, but when I see his smirk forming... I know I'm going to regret this...

Y/N is a cold and serious psychologist, but behind her stone cold facade she's a woman tired of life with family issues, maladaptive daydreaming, social anxiety and probably depression. the only thing she'd say is special about her is that she send a serial killer in jail when she was 16. now she's proving if criminals are mentally ill or just faking it. everything was 'fine' until she meets the same serial killer that she send in jail and a question is asked : "will you try to fix me?" but the answer is the most unexpected one "i can't fix what's not broken.". who will remove the mask of the other first. i tried to be realistic about Y/N and she is overly inspired by me (i didn't got diagnosed with social anxiety nor maladaptive daydream yet but i probably have it and i will soon go to get diagnosed) i do not own any fanarts nor the cover and i'll say it if i put drawings i did

『 #8 ɪɴ ᴊᴇғғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ 』 The blood rushed over my body, heart beating, world spinning. It was a whole new world, I never knew something so bad could feel so good. The blood on my hands, the scream of their voices- I've done it. I've killed my first victims. This was the first murder in 2 years in our small town since Jeffery.. Now I know why he did it. The feeling, eating inside you, craving to get out. I stood there, staring at the bodies. I heard the sirens- growing closer, closer... And that when I saw him. Standing in the back yards corridor. Smiling, eyes not moving from my sight. "Found You." And that's when he grabbed my hand and ran. A new adventure began; [Trigger warnings: Murder; Rape; Prostitution]

(A Dark Ticci Toby x Reader) *Original Version They were after you. You weren't sure why, nothing really made sense. Somehow they were convinced you knew something, they wanted answers; answers you didn't have. After being kidnapped, abused, and interrogated; you were more then ready to give up. That was until he came along, sparking a little bit of hope inside your beaten and tired form. You couldn't just give up, couldn't give them that satisfaction. You'd get through this. Alive. (Rated M for violence, strong language, sexual/suggestive themes) Cover image by Jordan Persegati