Since you were five, you have always been a famous YouTuber. I know, it seems like you are to young, but who cares? anyways, your family sadly didn't care about you and one day, your twelfth birthday, you guys were walking through the woods. Sadly, they lost you. You lived in the woods for about three days, until a certain slender figure found you. he took you in, so you were now his daughter. since you were the first Creepypasta, you got a room right away. you were able to continue your YouTube career and chat with your friends on Skype. you had never had a better life before Slender found you. you had a nice home and a loving family. ~THIS STORY IS COMPLETE~ More story parts will be for information only.

There's a new killer in town, but no one knows who it is. No one would suspect the only survivor from the burned orphanage. He's quiet, good looking, skilled but most of all he is a she! XD I suck at descriptions!

Knowing I burnt my house to ash? Living with that fact? That doesn't bother me. The punches and hits I receive? I couldn't care less. But this really fucking bothered me... (Warning, -Strong language -Gore -Sensitive content -The reader is written gender neutral so anyone can read it I use they/them pronouns) (Yes, I know Masky and Hoodie aren't Creepypastas but I really wanted to include them. They both belong to Marble Hornets.) Thanks for reading!💕 (Art is not mine)

Poems about creepypasta [Highest #76 in poetry]