‘I feel sick, not just from the pain but from the unknown, what’s happened to me? Where am I? Wait, better yet, who am I? My name. It’s something I’ve known my whole life… it defines me. So why can’t I remember it? I feel like it’s on the tip of my tongue, I try to move my lips to form it but all I discover is that there’s blood there too. There’s blood everywhere, but how and why is it here?’ When the one of the boys, quite literally, stumbles across a girl abandoned in an alleyway it will be up to all five of them to come together and help to put her back together again. A story of love, friendship and survival, it follows the boys as they go through their everyday lives thinking that they’re helping her to survive but in the end, will she be the one to save them?

These are stories, True? Maybe. You find out yourself. So grab a blanket, turn out the lights... It's Creepy pasta time! I don't own any of the stories and the credit goes directly to the original owners.

When 4/5ths of the worlds most famous boyband, One Direction, are kidnapped out of the blue, the world has no idea where to look for them. When two of the boys cross paths with a directioner who is willing to do whatever it takes to get them home, craziness ensues as they try and escape their captor by any means necessary, even if it means taking a dirt bike ride now and then. Will the only normal person the boys have met on their adventure save them? Or will they all be trapped on a ranch in the middle of nowhere?

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*