Creepypastachild Stories

This is the story of Lily, a 12 year old girl who was taken and killed by two men, for harvesting.

There was once a graceful and polite child named William Bayers. Everything was perfect for him, at least everyone thought this, but they didn't know that his parents expected a lot from him, maybe too much, and that made him going slowly mad and one day the perfect life of the Bayers family becamed a tragedy.

In the town of Ravenswood, Stella discovers her true parentage on her eighteenth birthday: Jeff the Killer. Determined to uncover her dark origins, she delves into a world of horror and secrets, confronting allies and adversaries alike. As she unravels her past, Stella must confront the darkness within and navigate a treacherous path to forge her destiny, even as the legacy of Jeff the Killer threatens to consume her.

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In this place of James life he finds a strange eerie sound that attracts him then he finds himself hallucinating and trying to tell the doctor the events that lead him to the catastrophic events.

A man finding himself on a road and ends up in a strange awkward situation

Revenge. That is the only thing Michael Moss could think about after his mother's death. Eleven years ago, Michael's mother went missing after Michael told her a monster was under his bed. She told him it was going to be alright. But she was wrong. When she went to take 'the monster' down, she never came back. Now at the age of eighteen, Michael has leaned the truth. The WHOLE truth of why his mother went missing, of why his mother's family won't talk to him, and the reason why he looks so much like that insane, smiling bastard. ---- A cold, hair raising laugh sliced into the room, the sound of something trailing against the wall filling Michael's ears. "You look so much like your MOTHER, IT'S RIDICULOUS!!!" A rough voice yelled. Michael trembled against the chair, tugging desperately at the rope that bound his wrists. He wasn't going to die here. Not after what that monster did! --- *Mwahaha. New cover. It's hand drawn by me, so... please don't steal* Just changed the plot. Sorry~