Juniper Thorne is a seventeen year-old girl who has always been bullied. The reason? Someone always has to get picked on. Her life will take a massive turn when she discovers the existence of entities called creepypastas, which will have a major part in her life. I LOVE CREEPYPASTAS!! I hope the fandom is not dead so that ya'll can enjoy this story. The origin story of my own creepypasta :D I suck at drawing so I made a Picrew to represent her 😛 Picrew belongs only to Cata_Dioptric, IT'S NOT MINE. Hope you enjoy this!!

highest rank - #1!! in creepypasta, #40 in fanfiction Brooklynn may only be 6, but she already hates her life. Her father is cheating on her mother. Her mom knows he is cheating, but just drinks away the pain of a broken heart. Her brother does drugs in his room all day. Nobody wants Brooklynn. The only friends she has are her dollies. They listen to her. They help her through this very tough time. But, they can only do so much. Brooklynn had imaginary friends. The only issue with this is... They weren't imaginary.

Oren Hale discovers a memorial page for a boy who died four years ago and cannot explain why the photo looks exactly like him. After that, ordinary life starts to feel staged, like he is walking through a story someone else wrote. His tutor, Ayara, is smart, guarded, and dangerously easy to talk to. Their sessions shift into something riskier: honesty, which only makes the rest of the world feel stranger by comparison. As Oren tries to understand where the dead boy ends and he begins, the people closest to him keep steering him away from the truth. But the more he looks, the clearer it becomes: one of these lives is real, and the other is a mistake. He just doesn't know which one. AWARDS ~ Third Place for Best Romantic Pairing - The Triquetra Awards ~ Second Place for Best Prologue - The Triquetra Awards REVIEWS Just exceptional writing skills - David of INFERENCE

LollietLollipop018's collection of Creepy pastas from the internet *not mine*

When sixteen-year-old Violet and her brother Jason move into their late grandmother's crumbling house, they expect cobwebs and creaky floorboards-not a padlocked attic stuffed with boxes that hum like they remember. While cleaning, they break open a dusty old crate mislabeled "Tax Records - 1940s"-and find photographs. Black-and-white. Blurred at the edges. Smiling teens in costumes that shouldn't exist. A ballerina with empty eyes. A jester with a smile too wide. A boy handing out tickets with frostbitten hands. And their grandmother, alive and laughing, surrounded by performers long dead. Everyone in the photo died in this town. All of them were labeled accidents. Suicides. Unexplained disappearances. But the stories never lined up. Now, with the circus returning for the first time in decades, the truth starts to crawl back up through the floorboards. Violet and Jason must uncover how their grandmother was connected to the cursed performers... and why their deaths were only the beginning. Because the circus doesn't just haunt the town. It feeds on it. And this time, it's hungry.

A nameless video. A girl in a white room. A camera that doesn't stop recording. What starts as curiosity twists into obsession as Isla discovers a hidden network where human suffering is streamed under the guise of "art." Each click draws her deeper until the screen begins to watch back.In a digital world where identity can be edited, and pain can be monetized there is one question that no one should ever answer: Do you want to see?

It started with a feeling. Something off. Something watching. When five friends sneak into their school after midnight, they expect to find nothing but old lockers and flickering lights. Instead, they find it. Now one of them is gone, time is standing still, and the walls seem to breathe. Every secret that's ever buried is clawing its way to the surface-and 3:03 a.m. might be the last time they ever see.