/dĭ-lîr′ē-əm/ Noun; an acutely disturbed state of mind that occurs in fever, intoxication, and other disorders and is characterized by restlessness, illusions, and incoherence of thought and speech. Feeling unmoored and adrift in life was just a consequence of being a young adult. It was quite unfortunate, however, that your fate had been caught in the most horrible of webs. Perhaps you would have made something of yourself, if you'd had the chance.

A celebration gone wrong. What are you going to do when you awaken with a hangover, a body of fur, and the realization your no longer human? How are you going to interact with your neighbors who call the woodlands there home? --------------------------------------------- This is an X Reader however your name wont be used very often. #1 creepypastaxreader /2022-01-19 #1 creepypasta /2022-03-07

"．．Ｉｔ'ｓ ｍｅ， ｙａ ｇｉｒｌ．" [ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀꜱᴛᴀ / ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] Lights flickering on the two stood staring at each other. Balancing the pizza box in her hands, the girl stared into the black holes of the mask. "So..want some coffee?" 〉In which a gen z college student whose been surrounded by the paranormal all her life somehow makes friends with killers.〈 〉Half crack fic half not. 〈

Ranks: #1 in #BENDrowned #26 in #Cool Known on the Internet as "The Creator", Sin Glitch is what her Internet name says, she's the creator of the imaginary killers that haunt your nightmares. Born with a curse that she only found out about when she was young, Sin is far from normal. Her sanity slipping from her grasp with every insane dream, she somehow manages to create a whole fanbase surrounding the monsters in her dreams. The CreepyPastas. She dreams of them, their stories of how they became what they are. Believing that they are just figments of her imagination, you can imagine how surprised she will be when signs show that they are quite the opposite of fictional. Looking for signs of their existence, what she doesn't know is that they are looking for "The Creator". What happens when they realize how close they have been to each other? And what happens when she meets a certain someone who might have the chance to steal her heart?

She always wanted to write letters to strangers. She wanted them to be old fashioned, like those messages in bottles or the ones written with inked quills. The anonymity of it all seemed so delightful, the girl would tell them her stories and they would do the same in return. They'd never meet and hear each other's voices but they'd learn many new things together. It was supposed an innocent idea, leaving a letter on a tree for a stranger to see - so why was he so keen on following her?

This book is so embarrassing- 💀 !This is not a sequel! [Finished]

"Cmon. Don't say you've never done this before." "No Jack, I've never wanted to kill my self by rolling off a hill." ........ As I came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, leaves covered my vision. Jack was the one to take them off. At that moment I seemed to forget everything he was. Like I was being blinded by the October leaves. I am not the artist. I found it on Google. All credit to the artist if you know who it is. Bc God knows I'm bad at drawing.

"Jeff, this is Mouthy. She's my proxy." Slender waves his hand at the girl. Jeff grows frustrated. "Another one! I thought you would stop gathering them after picking up Toby! How many proxies do you need?" "I currently have six on hand." Jeff's jaw drops and he starts counting on his fingers. "So, Masky, Hoody, Toby, and her. So there's still two I don't know of. Boss, why haven't you told anyone else about her or the other two?" "Jeff, I haven't told you becau-" Slender begins his explanation but the hotheaded teen interrupts. "I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't even told the other three." Jeff stands off his chair screaming at the tall man as he turns his head to the girl on the floor and she looks up to him, pausing her stitching to nod in silence.

As a psychology student, being casually stalked has thrown you for a bit of a loop.

Book 3