Cold, tired and alone. I've been walking for about 2 hours now and it's getting dark, I'm used to it because it's not like this hasn't happened before. My parents don't care for me, why should they? I'm just a 'stupid 17 year old' as they put it, no one gives a damn about a girl who doesn't do well at school, or doesn't have a lot of friends compared to what their dream child does. I'm pathetic, I've come so close to taking my life but I feel something very different to what the average person would; I believe in the supernatural and already know things that many people would take weeks to find out. I think about things in great depth but don't know why. I'm just,... different.

5 year old Kelly Stelt goes missing and is declared dead after police search for 8 months without luck. Though the police never found the body they considered the case over and decided to give up hope of finding the child. 6 years later the police are faced with multiple deaths and reports of wails and moans coming from the mist around town. Though when ever they think they have caught the target causing these deaths he or she just seem to disapear into the fog. (Story is about her journey of becoming a CreepyPasta. The end will show her final form). I'll edit and rewrite this later when I'm done. Probably I'll leave this one and make another copy of it though, you know, compare and contrast?

I am just another average girl who wakes up with none other than Jeff the Killer on her chest. No big deal right?! Sup, my name is Mirai. After pinnig Jeff the Killer to the ground apparently I have potential to become another Creepypasta member. All the Creepypastas live in a mansion deep in the Slender woods. Yes they all exist. After a while there, I learn to hunt, I learn to become friends with them, I even learn to love one of them. Now with my new life in horror, I realize... Not every horror is terrible exept for the ones I face along the the way.

[[BOOK ONE: LIZZY THE REAPER]] [[BOOK TWO: REAPER BACK FROM THE GRAVE]] I looked at zalgo and he held out a weapon for me, I grabbed it and it was a Scythe. "this the perfect weapon for you, it's pole can be made longer and shorter. here's a slip for your back so you can easily travel and run. your pasta name is Lizzy the reaper. welcome to the family" zalgo said. with that zalgo left and I started my life as a killer.

I hope you readers like it!!

[[DO NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOUVE READ BOOK ONE]] [[BOOK ONE: LIZZY THE REAPER]] [[BOOK TWO: REAPER BACK FROM THE GRAVE]] • ••••••••••••••••••••D I S C O N T I N U E D•••••••••••••••••••••• [People in white masks walked around the room, some drew my blood; while others checked my skeleton arm and tried to understand how it worked. "Her blood seems to be a stable condition ..." a masked man said to someone watching in the corner of the room with a black mask. The person nodded and asked "have you figured out how she able to even use that arm?" "Not yet, sir. We're still trying to understand it all" The black masked man nodded and turned to leave the room.]

This story started off as an adopted by the creepypastas story and then turned into a Creepypasta Academy story. It's not the best but it's better than some. I have loads of ideas for this story I just need to figure out the details. I will be slowly adding chapters and editing. I have alot of time to finish but I don't want to keep you waiting so I'll post my ideas and then edit them later on. I think the story is okay for now. It's going to be a long one but I hope you enjoy! -Melru Chan ^~^ I do not own the picture or any of the creepypastas except for my OCs

Prada was never like the other people at school.Always quiet,never smiling,stuttering every time she talked,the girl who just wanted to be by herself.But they never accepted her,not even her own parents. She ended it all.

Short after the birth of Eyeless Jacks daughter, Blue, EJ must become a parent unlike every other. *Completed* Book 2 is now up!

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