Creepypast Stories

(adj.) Half dead of exhaustion 《Creepypasta x reader》 (ORGINALLY ON AO3 AS "They never existed", BY ME AKA NATSUKIISSIMP) You woke up one day, and suddenly, all of your creepypasta searches disappeared, with Google saying no such things exists. You head to school confused and end up meeting new people, who reminded you an awful lot like the creepypastas backstorys... With the hope to be able to save them from their cruel destiny's, you realize it's dangerous to even do so with many risks of roping the ones you love with your fantasy of playing hero. But one main question still lingers, How'd they become real? or rather.. How did you get here? BTW, Remember that this is purely fiction. Idealization of killers or psychopaths is unhealthy, be sure to know the line. luv ya😋 I decided to publish this on wattpad too cause why not so yeah enjoy! ANYTHING THAT ISNT MINE BELONGS TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS. Album cover thingies at the top of the chapter are made by me (made in picsart) Anything that isn't mine belongs to their rightful owner WARNINGS ☆ BLOOD ☆CURSING ☆DARK THEMES?

James Richard is a 4 year old boy, who lives with his Mother and Uncle, in a bad nieborhood. James's Mother and Uncle is a addict. Both grown ups forgetting that he even exist most the time. One night James's Mother pays his Uncle to "get rid" of James. After he dies, James comes back as a Spirit, what happens when he comes across 3 of Slenderman's proxies Read the story of James Richard and his life with the Creepypasta.

Y/N L/N just wants to get through high school unnoticed. But the hallucinations won't stop. The static in his ears won't fade. And the tall, faceless figure lurking at the edge of his vision keeps getting closer. Strange symbols appear in his notebooks. His reflection changes when no one's looking. And something in the woods behind his home watches him... waiting. As the shadows close in around him, Y/N begins to realize the horrifying truth: He isn't just being followed. He's being claimed. By something the world only whispers about. the Tall Man. Slenderman.

Every sense was on end as Jack held you to his chest. Your chest was aching with some long forgotten emotion and it felt like fireworks were bursting away in your heart. Jack's mask was gone, left on the blanket as he pulled you into a slow waltz. Your eyes illuminated the blank shock on your face. Somehow your world was revolving around this moment. Your throat was burning with thirst. You bit your lip, and Jack noticed. "You're thirsty, aren't you?" He asked. Shame washed over you. You should be more than your need for blood, and base instinct. "Stop that. I hate it when you do that." You looked up at Jack, taken aback. "Stop what?" You asked, confusion clouding your brain. "Stop being ashamed of yourself. Stop trying to reach unrealistic goals no one set for you. Just because you need blood to survive does not mean that defines who you are."

Highest rankings: #1 on creepypastaxreader #1 on creepypasta When Y/N L/N accidentally gets added onto a groupchat of absolute imbeciles, she, an idiot, decides to continue to talk to these "angsty teens". Unbeknownst to her, they kinda do be killing doe. 😳👀 This is inspired by many texting fanfics I've read! I forgot most of their names but whatEVER. I think you can find one of them on Quotev, I think it's called "Messages", i don't know I haven't read all of it yet but it's so far a masterpiece full of memes. I can probably update a lot cause sis is homeschooled, yolo. I do have a schedule tho, so give me some patience. And yes I am weird asf and kinda dumb 🤭 typical homeschool stereotype, don't bully me. Also I'm not a big fan of cussing but if a bunch of rebellious serial killers don't cuss then what are they? Sorry if I mess up your Christian vibes ✋😔 (I'm kinda a Christian too actually- if I say the F word I probably misspelled or something.) Enjoy, hoe. 👁👄👁 -Yourlocalcrackhead

" 𝑇𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚. " 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 Riddler Type Y/N (check author's bio) 🎆Cover image by ME❗️🎆 🎪 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 🎪 ☻︎Hello. My name is 🆃🅷🅴 🆁🅸🅽🅶🅼🅰︎🆂🆃🅴🆁. I am the author of this fanfic. I am the Midnight Machinations Carnival host and leader! I write stories and side-content featuring Clown-core/Circus/Carnival-esque CreepyPastas. Here, in my little realm, we're all a little mad...so do expect our content to be dripping with all sorts of weirdness, drama, insanity maybe even...? It's all up to you to read on and find out...! Don't be shy...step in through the gates of this black and white circus and discover what morbidly fun adventures lie beyond~. ☻︎

You're mouth, does it still hurt? Did it myself! I know it hurts. It's fine. I'll kiss it better, I promise.

Flickering lights. Cold metal floors. Guards everywhere. Pain that won't fade. Welcome to Ironhold, the hidden center of a top-secret government project. Hundreds of criminals are confined here, forced into experiments with drugs, diseases, and mutations. Survival is mandatory. Freedom is forbidden. Kidnapped, trapped, and treated like a test subject, you have one choice: stay alive, or fight for escape with the only allies you can trust-your fellow captives.

In the shadowy depths of a forgotten forest, a lonely figure watches-a boy entwined in darkness, harboring a fixation that blurs the lines between fantasy and reality. Haunted by dreams of a princess who brings light to his shadowed existence, he follows her every move, captivated by her innocence and unaware of the darkness lurking just beneath his surface. As seasons change and the world around them shifts, his silent adoration deepens into something more dangerous, a longing that threatens to consume them both. In a tale woven with secrecy and obsession, the line between protector and predator becomes dangerously thin, leaving only the question: how far will he go to keep her by his side?

•You can request characters that aren't written yet but I will still update periodically with new summons • • I see you are looking at my book. Most of these are made from information I have gathered throughout research. If any information is highly inaccurate please let me know. I most likely will not include all the different areas to summon, just a basic summon unless requested • • I ADVISE A WEAPON OF CHOICE TO PROTECT YOURSELF. I AM NOT FORCING YOU TO TRY AND SUMMON THESE PEOPLE THEREFOR I AM NOT LIABLE FOR ANY MENTAL, PHYSICAL, OR EMOTIONAL DAMAGE THAT IS INFLICTED UPON YOU. PEOPLE HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO CATCH SYMPTOMS, INCLUDING DEATH, FROM MESSING WITH THINGS THEY HAVENT FULLY UNDERSTOOD YET. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED • • I do not own Creepypastas or there creators. I do not own Wattpad or the people using it. I merely own my thoughts and knowledge that have been written down onto this platform into this book •

Old name: A Prince and Princess (Under Light Editing) Emerald was a sad and lonely girl with no parents or friends to comfort her in her life. One day however, she finds a beautiful meadow in the forest behind her foster parent's house. Little does she know, that meadow would allow her to meet someone that would change her life forever...

✮⋆˙ 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺 ──────── ⋆⋅ ( dad figure! Alastor x daughter! OC! Reader ) 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦! Stitcher never believed in heaven, hell, or any form of afterlife. Their existence was simple. Serve the Operator, follow orders, and feed the hunger for revamped. That changed when a portal tears them from their world and dumps them straight into Hell. But divine punishment isn't what they expect it to be. Instead of fire and constant torture, there's a circus hotel for redemption, run by the princess of Hell herself. And the most persistent part of their damnation? A certain grinning, radio Overlord who seems to see through the stitches and mask, down to the sleep deprived girl underneath. Now, trapped inside the realm she never asked to be in, Stitcher must navigate through group therapy, avoid cracking their persona, and outmaneuver the Radio Demon himself. All while wrestling with the haunting purpose she left behind... and the terrifying, unfamiliar urge to maybe, stay.

{Male reader} 'I clenched my eyes shut as a felt a presence above me, well fuck. Goodbye sweet world. Goodbye Gerard Way, you iconic legend. I heard a raspy voice mutter "Go to sleep-" "wait!" I butted in. God fucking damn it, just die a tragic death you don't need to try to do something thats basically useless! damn you human instincts.'

You thought your phone was broken when it read nine-forty-three in the morning while it was pitch black outside. One look at social media gave you all the information you needed to know what was happening. The sun was gone. Everywhere, in every state, city, country. Not only that, but people were making up all kinds of excuses for why it was missing. Yet, with each hour that passed, it kept worsening. People began looting in major cities, creating mobs to rush important buildings or block off busy roads. You, living in a semi-large city, could hear the sounds from afar; until those sounds turned to screaming, yelling, running. There were things out there. Things that wanted to hurt you. People that wanted to hurt you. Will daybreak ever come again? Or was this new, apocalyptic setting forever your new reality? ...And why did a masked, bloodied, man just break into your bathroom? ORIGINALLY POSTED ON QUOTEV.

The Cult of X has ceased to operate, X has ceased to hunt the souls of people. But one event interrupts his sleep, which could last forever.

Those stories will have Fandoms from: Anime, Manga, animated series (like the amazing digital circus and all) and Video Games . I'm writing this stories because I sometimes can't find oneshots from multiple fandoms I'm in.

A mix of my ideas I hope you like them English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes that may appear. I don't own the characters, photos, or music, but my OCs and the plot.

this is my OC Jackie And eyeless jack, I chose EJ and Pale puff as the pfp since Jackie kinda looks like her but No claw and her hair is brown (Jackie is also eyeless) POV WILL CHANGE OCCASIONALLY

"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞." ➣Toby Rogers was born with several mental and neurological disorders, which made it hard for him to fit in and led to severe bullying. Until he met a girl who changed his life and began to fall for her. But, fate had different plans... Will you see Toby again?

Las cosas buenas eventualmente mueren, eso incl