Slender Stories

Ahh... Yes. One of many stories about the 'slender mansion.' I am not even going to try to convince you that this one will be different than any other you read. Point of view will mainly be my character, Seth, but could be changed temporarily to anyone you want, provided it's a pasta and I know something about it. I'm telling you now, the plot is so twisted with fillers that there is little to no plot, though there is one. if you were looking for a plot based story, please search elsewhere. Don't silently judge. If you love the story, say so. If you hate it, spread the hate.

Lore or my creepypasta OC, Mutt! TWs for gore and mental health

Life was good until your family began to favor your little sister over you. They soon began to abuse you. Life was going horrible and there was no way anything would stop it. Until a caring man with an older "son" come and save you from your nightmare. And maybe, even opening a few hearts.

Ask Tim Sutton, Brian Thomas, and Toby Rogers questions! Please be appropriate...

[Y/n] is a lonely girl, never getting along with anyone very well, save for her adoptive mother. She knows she is different from everyone else, and would much rather keep herself away from others. However, what happens when [Y/n] has no choice but to leave her new home? What happens when she runs into some interesting characters? All Creepypastas mentioned in this story belong to their original writers [Y/n] is you. Or your oc. It's your choice, really.

This is the sequel to "Close the Walls" Contains; blood, vulgar language, violence, (Maybe) depression, and self-harm. All characters belong to their rightful owners. Set months after the last book, (Y/N) and EJ have grown closer and are rarely apart. Slender still has watches (Y/N)'s mental and physical states and she has regained most of her memories with the help of Slender. She goes out "hunting" with EJ giving him her kills to do with as he pleases. But some of the memories she's gaining are... disturbing, she wants to forget once again.

"My heart belongs to you...even if i have to rip it out of my chest to prove to you" He said,staring into her fierce but gentle green eyes.

These are a collection of Creepypasta poems that I have written. Most of these will most likely be sad. You have been warned.

A haunting tale of the mysterious myth of the Slender Man

Nicole Slender daughter of the legend Eric Slender has discovered that she isn't human and that there is and entire Campus run by Otis for Immortals like her. She and her Friends have to work together to find out who they are, and what they need to do to get out.

The thoughts you had in the last ten minutes terrified you more than anything else in your entire life. W h a t w a s h a p p e n i n g t o y o u ? **I do not own You or the Pastas. Only the plot! C:**

She had one main rule, not to get attached to the targets, she broke that rule... ____ She was an agent who had to get as close to the creepypasta members as possible, then to get them caught out, but she got a little too close with one...

Cold. Bitter sweet cold that I love and hate all at the same time I've been in this room for god knows how long. But soon all of this will be GONE soon my love very soon

-_- title says it all

Emily and Abby were sisters both loved by their parents but hated by their oldest brother named Jason who got married to a stank and moved far away, leaving Emily and Abby and their parents alone which made them happy, they lived near some woods when they find some strange pages and meet some strange tall figures however, Emily and Abby are quite the strange pair not only are they sisters but they can summon long silver tentacles from their backs and hide them, their parents aren't their real parents, they were Emily and Abby's aunt and uncle, how will these strange figures react to Emily and Abby?

The rain poured down with cold strength. The street lamps glowed orange. Not a single soul in sight. It was the perfect place to kill. A girl walked down the edge of the sidewalk, kicking up her legs dramatically. "I'm so lonely." She sighed, then giggled, as if she was just told a funny joke. The girl played with the bloody katana that she held in her cold hands, carelessly swinging it from side to side. She quickly jerked it up wards, and let the blood fall on her face with a gleeful smile. "Oh my," She mused, "To think that they were just about to get married." She giggled and jumped up and down. "I'll meet you in hell." ~~~~~~~~ Mesperyain is my name. Killing is my game. At only 7 years old, I was almost killed. I ran right in front of a car. Half of my bones shattered on impact. Now I'm half metal. They sent me to an asylum after I killed my parents in a fit of rage. That's when I snapped. I escaped and taught myself martial arts to defend myself and stole a katana to kill.