Sneak Peek: "You know I'm not actually crazy," His icy voice sent shivers throughout my body. "Right?" Signals of warning spread like a forest fire inside my head. Something inside told me to get back, get away from this man, it's only logical, but I felt like I would regret it if I moved away from him. He can't kill...
"You, it can't be true. You're alive?" she paused. "How can this be true, you died. Everyone died that day! You can't be alive" The boy just looked at her with no emotions, his eyes grazing over hers. "Believe it, I'm alive and well. Just tell me where he is" She took a step back and whispered to herself, "You can'...
Y/N is a forgotten name. Nobody knows her. Why would they care anyway? Suicide is a funny concept; just a pull of a trigger and everything would go away, but in this case some golden strings would be the difference between her life and death. (Updates will come random, last time I wrote chapters consistently I became...
Faith Mitchell was never confident. She was happy to blend into the background, much to the protest of her friends. At 16, her life was a normal teenage cliche. She was in love with Jace, the obnoxious player who she couldn't have, and her biggest worry was whether or not he would finally come to his senses and see th...
It's all in the title! Includes all the pastas I know so far hope you enjoy!
(Y/N) (L/N) was always a fan of creepypasta. She wasn't necessarily crazy obsessed with it, but she found the stories interesting. Sure she had pondered the idea of them actually existing but that just seemed crazy, like something that'd only happen in a book. However, one night she receives a visitor she was never ex...
When Jeff breaks into Livia's home, there is only one thing she can think of. Oh my god, it's Jeff the freaking Killer, in her house! The daranged CreepyPasta addict just can't seem to drive herself away.
Y/N is just a normal girl, with a normal life. At least it is normal to her. Ever since her little brother, Tommy, was killed at the young age of 4 by her father, her mother has been blaming her for it ever since. Your father has long since gone to jail and has been executed so the only person your mother had to blame...
It started out innocently enough. He was well known on TikTok and so was I, to an extent. I wasn't verified yet, but I posted regularly enough for my fans to keep up with me. I liked his content so I followed him. I never expected him to follow me back, nor did I expect him to message me. "Hey, baby."