She always wanted to write letters to strangers. She wanted them to be old fashioned, like those messages in bottles or the ones written with inked quills. The anonymity of it all seemed so delightful, the girl would tell them her stories and they would do the same in return. They'd never meet and hear each other's voices but they'd learn many new things together. It was supposed an innocent idea, leaving a letter on a tree for a stranger to see - so why was he so keen on following her?

[currently undergoing major editing / rewriting] You thought you'd seen it all: clowns, a tall faceless guy who had arms longer than his torso, and a man with a smile cut into his face. After spending so many years seeing what shouldn't be seen, you were completely and utterly unbothered. So you thought. When you were handed the opportunity to spite your childhood nightmare, you took it, accepting that you would have to interact with one of his minions. He was polite, funny, and appreciative, so what could go wrong? Surely you weren't going to fulfil both of his dreams at once. (this is a work of fiction. all the Pastas belong to their original creators, as do any images used. they are not real, nor am i saying that they are. the only thing i own is the plot and any OCs. please do not re-write my work. this is not a romanticisation.)

Sequel to Good Luck!- So I'm finally here. In these white walls. So much for luck. What am I without it? --------------------------- WARNING- makes light of heavy topics #1 Proxies / 2022-05-06 #1 Goodluck / 2022-08-19 #1 Lucky / 2023-01-18

The curse of Luck, the ability to never fail, to never suffer, but is that not suffering in itself? I'm bored of living, bored of lying. If I cant end it myself, I'll get a monster to do it for me. -------------------------------------------------------- ill try to make this as gender natural as possible. WARNING- this story makes light of heavy topics. #1 creepypastaxreader /2023-05-04 #1 goodluck /2022-01-19 #1 proxies /2022-03-07

"．．Ｉｔ'ｓ ｍｅ， ｙａ ｇｉｒｌ．" [ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀꜱᴛᴀ / ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] Lights flickering on the two stood staring at each other. Balancing the pizza box in her hands, the girl stared into the black holes of the mask. "So..want some coffee?" 〉In which a gen z college student whose been surrounded by the paranormal all her life somehow makes friends with killers.〈 〉Half crack fic half not. 〈

How much can a human take before the reality around him snaps? For you it was the most unbearable loss of them all. It was more than enough to drown everything sane inside of you. The monster rose inside of you and everything went up to flames. But you are not alone. Madness knows no limits. The same goes for love.~~ A Jeff The KillerXReaderXEyeless Jack fanfiction

How many ways are there to be scared? Well, in my book 365 Nights of Fear I will tell you one good way to be scared each and every single night. Just watch out though because some scares just might be a little too close to home.