Horrifiying Stories

I have written down different horror stories, also known as creepypastas here! [Warning!] Read at your own risk!

This is a short scene or skit, this is a peace offering for any lovers of scary Or horrifying elements, so try not to be too negative.(this is a tribute to The Yandere Simulator video game that Is made by the....Great YandereDev....yeah let's just say great)

A creepypasta

Do not read it at night if you get scared very easily Got these stories from Mr.Nightmare

These are any type of poem you could possibly think of. Horror, romance, thriller, ect..

Based off the video game "Granny", this is a fan fiction about the game. Owen Reynolds, the grandson of Helen Reynolds (Granny) is visiting his Grandmothers house because his mom and dad are on a vacation. Although, Granny has a reputation of being "not so nice". The family sees her as a happy, innocent individual who is normal. But Owen soon finds out the truth of his grandmother. She is crazy and mentally unstable and wants to kill him and his family. His cousins and others have gone missing at the house. Where Granny killed them. He must find a way out. He must survive with only five days to escape. He must be careful, she hears everything. Note:I do not own Granny. This is a video game not owned by me. This is only a fan fiction. Also I gave Granny a fan name along with the character. Alyssa is not apart of the game. In the real game it's only you vs Granny. Alyssa, the guide however, is a fanmade character to add storyline to this awesome game.

I'm actually just gonna post a whole bunch of fucked up shit in my mind. What I think instantly goes into my notepad on my phone. Please don't judge me.

I thought he was my love until he betrayed me and chose something else...

Ghost/creepy/horror related stories , enjoy.

"They told me it was just a place to live." I didn't choose the apartment carefully. I found it in an old newspaper, called the number, and moved in the same day because it was cheap and I had no other options. It looked quiet, almost too quiet, like it had been waiting for someone to accept it. At first, everything felt normal enough to ignore. But slowly, the silence started feeling wrong. The building felt aware of me. The people inside it didn't feel right either-neighbors I barely saw, yet always seemed to sense, each one carrying something strange and unsettling they tried to hide behind ordinary behavior. And somewhere between the nights I couldn't sleep and the moments I started doubting my own thoughts, I realized something terrifying-this apartment wasn't just where I lived. It was where something was happening to me.