I live in a imaginary world with imaginary people or should I say Friends. All waiting for them to be summoned and scared that they would be forgotten , abandoned but no one would ever say anything about it . All in all it was a wonderful place full of toys and candy many different types of creatures live there, thar were laughings and almost all of them had good human friends except well you know. But I am not a laughing no I am the last of my kind there are only two races that have gone extinct the toymakers and the songs and soon the doll makers well not yet anyway I'm still here and my name is Eve the doll maker. A/N I do not own Jason the toy maker or any other pastas I only own my characters in the story. Keep in mind that I am using Voice to text for most of this story so if I mess up I am sorry (:

its the truth but you can think what you want

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.

What happens when Brandee finds out her best friend is a killer? But what if her best friend Kanani introduces Brandee to BEN DROWNED? How will things go out? Read to find out.

u wonna fuk kananeki