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One of my legs was crossed over the other, my head resting in my palm as my elbow dug into the table. It was cold, chills slowly running up my arm as I held back a shiver. I felt absolutely wrecked, And I hadn't even had any alcohol yet. My head was pounding, I felt like my mascara should be running down my face, my cheeks sticky from tears. But after everything I found out over the past few months, I was really desensitised to the things I saw tonight. "I'm sorry... I ruined your... night..." The thing sat opposite me broke the silence, his mask was off. I could see his face. And I could hear his voice more clear too. I preferred when he had his mask off... everything felt more normal. Even though he wasn't. With mischief in his eyes and the ghost of a teasing smirk he slowly slid a tall glass of prosecco my way. The bubbles fizzing to the top as a edible hibiscus flower sat at the bottom of the glass. I lifted my head letting my arm rest and land on my lap. God... he knew me too well. The edge of my lips curled upwards as I looked at him, my fingers curling around the glass. In the short time he knew me, he knew me dangerously well. I originally came out for a drink. But after... what happened the once lively bar was left a wreck. Glasses smashed, clothes and bags left, lights broken and flickering. The place abandoned besides from us. But it was oddly nice. Just us. "Until next time," I teased, keeping my eyes connected to his as I raised my glass before I connected my lips to the glass and downed the drink and ate the flower with it. Because I knew this wouldn't be the last. And with how my life was going, I would soon end up exactly like him. So lets enjoy it while it lasts. 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ

Classic creepypasta x reader with Slendermansion AU ₊˚⊹ᰔ You work full-time as a housekeeper for a sketchy motel just to get by, barely enough to pay rent for your shitty one-bedroom apartment and care for you, and the cat you adopted when you found him out by the dumpsters. When you're unexpectedly fired from your job, a man in a yellow Carhart jacket offers you a deal, and tells you to think it over. And, what other choice do you have?

Creepypasta texting fic; lowercase intended. Several parts will be published at once. You were desperate enough to hire a killer.

In a distant world, vastly disconnected from out own, an abducted nursing student grieves the loss of her humanity, which she lost after surviving an attempted murder. While she never could've imagined her life taking such a drastic turn, there's a darkness in her soul that seems to match her captors. The chaos of this new life drives her to adapt to her new circumstances, and she finds no remorse in her hunger. Her family is still looking for her- since they're convinced she's still alive out there- but they're merely chasing a ghost. And the trauma you endure in life decides your fate in the mansion.

The academy was built for their kind, killers. But then he arrived. Quiet. Unreadable. Wrong in a way even the teachers noticed. Teachers watched him Students grew obsessed. And the academy itself seems to bend around him in ways that shouldn't be possible. Who is this new kid?

Tu mejor amigo virtual es un asesino. No importa lo que hagas, su amor por ti romperá cualquier barrera que los separe, ¿Podrás aguantar? O tal vez simplemente no es lo tuyo entablar una relación con un psicópata? |SEGURO DE LEER|

Liam is transported to 1980s America, where he makes a startling discovery: the conspiracy theories and urban legends from his previous life are all real. Whenever he fully resolves one of these mysterious incidents, he receives a corresponding Reward. So, in order to uncover even more supernatural cases, Liam decides to become the host of a children's television show. Unknown creatures lurk within dark forests. Ancient beings guard strange and secret arts. Even the most peaceful cities hide a darker side. Unidentified creatures, witchcraft, secret laboratories, and shadow governments have always been hidden among us. Now, Liam intends to uncover every secret and reveal the truth behind them all. And remember the guiding principle of his show: Whatever Liam says is definitely true.

Para un influencer, la vida se resume en clics, vistas y dominar el algoritmo con una personalidad excéntrica, extrovertida y un carisma que roza la locura. Mi día a día era normal, cotidiano y perfectamente predecible... hasta que un ser de intenciones totalmente desconocidas decidió que yo era el candidato perfecto para su propio entretenimiento. Sin previo aviso, fui arrancado de mi realidad y arrojado a un mundo completamente nuevo. ¿El problema? Este lugar no es para nada de mi agrado. Mitología real, monstruos sedientos de sangre y un sistema social que apesta a antigüedad. Pero un creador de contenido no se rinde tan fácilmente. Si la vida te da limones, haces un video viral; si te lanza al Inframundo, te las arreglas para sobrevivir y dominar el juego. Ahora soy el hermano mayor de Millicas Gremory, el primogénito de Sirzechs y Grayfia, atrapado en la cúspide de la aristocracia demoníaca. El nuevo mundo espera que sea un heredero perfecto, un peón ejemplar atrapado en sus estrictas reglas, etiquetas aburridas y expectativas asfixiantes. Qué lástima por ellos, porque yo no sigo guiones ajenos. Haciendo lo que quiero, donde quiero y cuando quiero, he decidido jugar bajo mis propios términos. ¿Qué dirán los otros clanes? No me importa en lo más mínimo. Entre soportar el peso de un linaje legendario, cuidar a mi pequeño hermano y lidiar con las amenazas que acechan a la familia, me aseguraré de que todo el Inframundo recuerde mi nombre. Las reglas se hicieron para romperse, y mi nueva transmisión apenas está por comenzar.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋❝𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵, 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷, 𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮. 𝓢𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝔡𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽, 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮, 𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮... 𝔀𝓮'𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓲𝓽. 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂." --??? ˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆. 　　　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　 　　 　　　　 ✦.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐓𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 + 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄! This is for my other book, 𝓔𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐓 !!

Do you think two sisters will manage to summon some "fictional" men from stories they used to watch in their childhood? Well, believe me, we've done it. (not finished and will have a spanish version)

this is a love story between unlikely souls at WHS. read more to find out what happens during homecoming 2026!!

I've been planning to write this crossover series between FNAF and Creepypasta since the Covid pandemic. It's going to involve remade versions of several Creepypasta icons and their stories will be tied into the actions of Fazbear Entertainment. The FNAF elements of this story will combine details from both the novel trilogy and the games with me adding some of my own ideas to the sequence of events. This project, however, will primarily focus on the Creepypasta lore and my revision of the novel trilogy will become its own series later down the line. Unlike the novels, this series will also take place in Texas. I do not own any of the artwork or main characters that will be included in this series. Hopefully you guys will enjoy this little project.

Temporary Cover ¤ Focusing on the western zodiac signs ¤ Semi-Normal updates maybe ¤ Slender Mansion shenanigans of course going back to my roots or something

Il sottomondo è ormai finito delle cattive persone hanno distrutto tutto una persona è morta ma Jedi decide lui invece della ricchezza

I made this Creepypasta and I hope you like it.

I invented Chen Hao when I was 6. He had band-aids on his knees, just like me. He lived in the plum tree in my yard. He promised he'd wait forever. I grew up. The tree was cut down. I forgot. Until last night. He sent me a friend request. His profile picture is my childhood drawing - a drawing no one has ever seen. He remembers everything. The song I sang when I was scared. The promise I broke. The treehouse that no longer exists. And he is still there, waiting in the dark. He says I left him alone for 11 years. Now he wants me to come back.

A bright glow illuminated the pitch black corridor. The hallway was humid and smelled of bleach and metallics. She followed the trail of dark stains on the carpet toward the bathroom as the brightness intensified in her eyes. As she approached the doorway, Jane's stomach sank and twisted into an uneasy pain. Looking up in a shaky gasp, "Jeff.. did you...did you hurt someone?" she asked, cautiously. Silently, Jeff turned around slowly, revealing his masterpiece-his face. ~ a contemporary jeff the killer fanfic written in 2018 *character names and significant details have been modified for a new cannon/timeline. characters are in the public domain but Parasomnia story rights belong to surrealstar on wattpad.com.

ticci toby x reader - toxic relationship (This story, set in 2018 follows a 22year old boy (you) named victor **(if needed you can just switch your name with it while reading)** who just left a 4 month long rehab and Tobias Erin Rogers **!!who is not my character!!!! !!he's an old creepypasta made by Kastoway!!!** On their new, strange relationship)

This story about Liam Vickers creepypasta Design from SSTWL but something changed...

What if Toby had another sister? What if Lyra hadn't been the only one he lost? He couldn't remember her fully-just tiny images popping in and out of his head every now and then. A giggle that didn't sound right. A hand reaching for his, then gone. A name he almost knew, sitting at the edge of his mind. Every time he tried to remember, it felt like something was stopping him. Would he be able to figure out who the memory was... or would he be lost forever?