[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

The one thing every living creature has in common is fear. Fear keeps us alive, drives us forward, and makes us still. Jeff the Killer thought he knew everything about fear. He was an artisan, and fear was his craft. Until the day he met the girl who didn't feel fear at all. COVER ART BY KAWACY ON DEVIANTART

You're a infamous serial killer called The Cutter. You arrive at the Slender Mansion and meet the Creepypasta's. Who will you be with, who will be your enemies?

She's emotionless. Never shows emotion. She's rich beyond belief but lives in a broken down cabin in the woods. What did she do with all the money? What happens when Slenderman recruits her but every time she's done with a job she leaves the mansion for unknown reasons. Where does she go after finishing the job??

You're 16 and baby sitting your Mothers bosses son, Nate. You thought it would be an easy night. Nate is only 6 years old and claims to have an imaginary friend. How hard could it be? I don't own Laughing Jack or any other creepypasta's in this story.

Y/N or more known by her creepypasta name 'The Masked Singer'. She was known to attract people by her singing. Her catchphrase was, "Hi sweetheart, listen to my voice... it's the last you'll hear."... Copyright: All rights reserved. Highest rankings: 6/01/19: #3 on Creepypasta 5/08/19: #2 on bendrownedxreader 20/10/19: #1 on bendrownedxreader 28/06/20: #1 on bendrownedxreader 28/06/20: #14 on creepypastaxreader 30/06/20: #16 on bendrowned 03.08.20: #493 on creepypasta 12.08.20: reached 60k reads! 12.08.20: #581 on jeffthekiller 5.09.20: #7 on bendrowned 10.9.20: #5 on bendrowned 15.10.20: yo! this story reached 66.6k reads ;) Read at your own caution, like seriously. There's no plot at all, and uh yeah..

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

Secrets. Some are best hidden from the world and from other people. Although, the more secrets that build up, the angrier a person may get.

When I stare at his emerald eyes I see hope, but when I see his smirk forming... I know I'm going to regret this...