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creepypasta x fem reader

True horror stories and events of the paranormal in my family experienced by myself and encounters with the supernatural by other family members. I am not a pro writer so forgive me for my grammar mistakes...but the stories here are of true experiences in the past which even I sometimes have doubts and question myself. Enjoy reading and share your thoughts. Cheers

You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock. There are no footprints in the snow... It's his reflection. The story is called Home Alone. These are just some Creeypasta's. These Creepypastas do not belong to me, all rights reserved to the rightful owners. Read them if you want, I don't care.

He still remembers it. The sound of bones breaking. The ringing. The voices. Their voices. His voice. But it shouldn't be possible. He sat in his bed, the darkness of the night making it hard to see at first. Sweat on his face- no whole body made it seem like just a bad dream. It was just that, wasn't it? Just a bad dream. But why was he feeling like he was being watched? Someones, or somethings eyes on his neck. Just waiting for a moment of weakness. Waiting for Finney to let his guard down, just to snap it. Something that only worsens it though, is that the other boys, which he had dreamed about, seem weird, strangely different than before. Or, Finney wakes up in the past with memories of the basement, but is telling himself it was nothing but a bad dream. But, of course, it is not. Because what kind of person am I to just let him and the other grave-boys just forget? Fair warning for this fic, English isn't my first language, so mistakes can/will happen. Secondly, some supernatural stuff will happen and will be discussed, but only in a way, that I think fits kinda in the story. (originally posted on my AO3 MariDreamLove )

From popular ones like Jeff the Killer or BEN Drowned to not so popular ones like Where the Bad Kids Go or Gateway of the Mind, this book is for you if you like Creepypasta. This book will feature extremely long ones, long ones, medium length ones, short ones and extremely short ones. If you have a Creepypasta you want to see or have a Creepypasta you'd like in this, feel free to shoot me a message with what you want to see or your Creepypasta and I'll put it in here! Stay creepy my friends. Disclaimer: I OWN NONE OF THESE STORIES UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE.

*100,888 words* Strange things happen under strange circumstances and sometimes the most unsafe people make you feel the most safe. When you meet Jeff, he's not exactly like the stories you've heard. Perhaps he's just broken, but aren't we all? Can you fix each other? Will he finally be able to love something, despite his insanity? What are the true stories of him and other creepypastas?

You thought your phone was broken when it read nine-forty-three in the morning while it was pitch black outside. One look at social media gave you all the information you needed to know what was happening. The sun was gone. Everywhere, in every state, city, country. Not only that, but people were making up all kinds of excuses for why it was missing. Yet, with each hour that passed, it kept worsening. People began looting in major cities, creating mobs to rush important buildings or block off busy roads. You, living in a semi-large city, could hear the sounds from afar; until those sounds turned to screaming, yelling, running. There were things out there. Things that wanted to hurt you. People that wanted to hurt you. Will daybreak ever come again? Or was this new, apocalyptic setting forever your new reality? ...And why did a masked, bloodied, man just break into your bathroom? ORIGINALLY POSTED ON QUOTEV.

!Warning! May contain Inappropriate language, actions and killing !You have been warned!

I'm no longer working on this story. Truth be told, I don't like it. I kept telling myself that once I got it started I'd sort of warm up to it, but at this point I've given up on it. I have no motivation nor desire to continue it. I do, however, have other CreepyPasta-related story ideas. Stay tuned for those. <3

Hope you guys enjoy!!!! Dont forget to comment and vote!!