You are a Kindergarten Teacher at a small elementary school. You love kids, and you love your job. But when a little girl from your class is murdered, you decide to take matters into your own hands and enter a world of horrors beyond your wildest dreams.
"It's not an axe. It's a hatchet." He said, annoyance very evident in his tone. "What's the difference?" "A lot." ------------------ It's my first x reader, so cut me a little slack There should be trigger warnings in this story, but just in case I forget to add them, there will be mentions of suicide, homicide, and r...
Your a depressed girl that just got your heart broken and shattered. Your mom and little brother died right in front of you. Your father abuses you while being drunk. But then a guy with a blue mask and black tears comes through your window one night
(Y/N) is a lonely girl. Her friend Ben moved away... then a couple years later she gets a message from a stranger. The stranger says his name is Ben...
I'm just the proxy in command, nothing more, nothing less.
You were Splender's daughter, and his best Creepypasta. You were usually cold and shut off, the only friend you trusted Jason, the Toy Maker. However, besides your coldness, you managed to keep Harmony with the rest of the Creepypastas that you lived and worked with. Well, make that all but one. Helen. He was the vain...
"Now now.." Jeff's gruff voice whispered into your ear as he pinned you against the wall of your bedroom walls with his knife pressed against your neck. "You're always complaining how no one can catch you, but, you seem so frightened, with my knife against your [skin toned] neck. Face it. You're destined to death," he...
