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In this story we are taken into your life you are a sarcastic,fun loving girl with a bit of a swearing problem not that you care. You are about as normal as any 18 year old. You have school and other daily struggle any teenager comes across so you can imagine the horror you experiences when you come across a murder scene. Your whole life goes to hell when you meet the man behind the murder but is the hell your life has gone to as horrible as you think? This story does have a bit of swearing and there is some talk about sex though no actual lemons,don't get excited! I'm just warning anyone incase they might get offended so that you don't read this book. Other then that please do read,comment and enjoy! ******** So I have started a YouTube channel, and I'd really appreciate some support! Youtube: m.youtube.com/channel/UChnQ4J-2xTGnx4aLYVt5Etw Instagram: Stevefromcorporate Snapchat: Stevefromcorporate Twitter: @Stevefromcorpr8 (Everything is under construction but you can still subscribe and follow!) Thank you so much for your support!

*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?

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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 )

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

This book was made on qoutev when I was 15, do not fight me in the comments. I was 15 years old with mental health issues and hidding in the closet because I couldn't figure out what gender I was. This book is the definition of cringe, and the reason why kids should not have unrestrictions to the internet.

(This story is major cringe for me to see with my own eyes in the year 2021, but not when I wrote it years ago so there's plenty of grammar/spelling/other mistakes that I'm not going to fix lol.) A story about a girl who finds her way into the world of Creepypastas with her friends. They train, fight, and kill just like the others. But when someone comes back from old and painful memories, there's bound to be a fight. Read on to figure out who/what happens in the story.•~ (Changed the description lol -Mischief.•~) Story cover designed and drawn by my good friend, Marshmaadow!~ 💜

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.

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.

*Not edited, I'm doing this on my phone. I do not own any of the Creepypasta, I own the following characters: Emily, Micah, Tyler, Cole, Dylan & The Parents. I simply made this out of boredom and for entertainment purposes. Please, enjoy.* Emily was a young girl who lived in a house in the middle of the woods. She would go outside and play with her imagery friend, Jack. She would explore the woods with him, he would tell her to kill the bugs, throw rocks at the birds. Influencing her to kill everything without caring or feeling guilt. Her parents hated it, as did her older brother. He always told a story about her friend, Jack. After she stopped going outside, she began to ignore her friend, Jack. But He still came. Her family moves to North Carolina to get away from what Emily was encountering. "Who's there?" She calls, hoping nothing replies back. "You're back, Emily. I've missed you." A voice rose from the darkness, with footsteps inching closer.