Janethe Stories

Creepypasta Characters: •Slenderman •Jeff the Jeff •Jane the Killer •Ticci Toby •Smiley Dog •Laughing Jack •Homicidal Liu •Clockwork OC'S ARE IN THIS

Für die, die meine "Creepypasta x Child!Leser" FanFiction lesen, ist das die Vorgeschichte meiner OC's

y/n is an average high school senior, she gets good grades, gets invited to parties and even has a perfect Harvard boyfriend. One day she comes across a wounded man in the forest and brings him home to help only to discover a familiar face from the past. What will she do? how will she handle having back the man she'd thought to be dead all these years? and why does his face look like that? find out in my new cp romance story!! credit to Sarcanide on deviantart for the cover! i edited it somewhat though

Sid Carme is a 6 year old boy, he was never really loved by his family because they wanted a two girls and not a boy. He was doing this since he was 4 years old, plus his species are very rare the are know as kitsune which are nine-tailed foxes. Hes had a bit of a sad past but he doesn't speak of it...

The return of an old lover

I was taken from my family. Why didn't anyone save me? Twists and turns that gave me a fright. But in the end will everything be alright? When I met LJ I knew everything would be ok. Until I found out his name. And my real family's games they play...

you are going to have to read to find out!

Overwhelmed by the constant noise and danger of a mansion filled with killers, Puppeteer seeks a rare moment of peace-and finds it in the quiet presence of Bloody Painter. Hours pass in silence, one reading, the other painting, until their routine slowly turns into a bond neither expected. But when missions for Slenderman bring jealousy, conflict, and unforeseen dangers, their fragile connection is tested in ways they could never anticipate. Amid arguments, chaotic outings, and fleeting moments of vulnerability, they discover that even in a world built on fear and violence, companionship-and something deeper-can flourish. In the end, the gazebo becomes more than a refuge; it is a place where silence speaks louder than words, and where their lives-and hearts-are quietly intertwined.