CREEPYPASTAS
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Creepypastas&Urban Legends
(READ DESCRIPTION) Various horror stories (mainly creepy pastas and urban legends). Good luck sleeping... I did not write any of these stories nor claim any of them, all rights go to the authors/owners of these stories. This is just a collection of all my favourite creepypastas that i've decided to share with you, enjoy ;)Dokončeno![Bloody Weather [ Creepypasta x Male Reader ]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/140646949-256-k330913.jpg)
Bloody Weather [ Creepypasta x Male Reader ]
Will you try to make life better? -------------------------------------------- Status: Uploads Irregular. #4 creepypastaxmalereader (3-5-22) #162 Gore (2-14-22) #6 creepypasta (11-4-22) #184 Killer (3-1-22)
Urban Legends and Creepy Stories
If you like a nice horror read than this is a book for you. This is a collection of old urban legends of all countries and creepy stories written by many people. Some may be true, some may be false, you never know what is ahead. Updated once a week, with quick reads. This is a book for those who love the creeps. A/N: None of the stories belong to me, all credits go to the rightful owners.Dokončeno
Welcome Home, Serial Killer
Sans wasn't fine. Certainly not after watching that. Not after that. Watching a murder, becoming paranoid and jumping when he even passed some trees, he was losing it. Sans was falling down into a pit of despair and even Papyrus couldn't save him. Until, well... He meets someone. Who has been through the shitty game of life before. And they'd be damned if they let him become what they've turned into. And they seem to know more than they're letting on. Is it just PTSD? Or is it something else? (Sans' House Guests rewrite, same premise but completely different events! Crossover between Undertale and Creepypasta (and Ticci Toby because technically he's not a CreepyPasta anymore)). Book 1: Welcome Home, Serial Killer Book 2: Daddy's a Serial Killer Book 3: Just me and my serial killersDokončeno
Rest in peace (Creepypasta World)
Legends. We have always heard of them. Passed down from mouth to mouth, thousands of stories have been told about them. But what happens to those who have actually seen them? The oldest ones sound like tales from the elderly. The newest, like the ramblings of fools. "How could something like that be real?" thought eight young people as they invited one into their lives-just for fun. "Wait a second, I know you. Are you Sally Williams?" Tenny swallowed hard as he got a better look at her. "Tenny, do you know them?" Carl asked. "Yes, just like I knew Zalgo... but I never thought it would actually happen." "They're supposed to be just horror stories." Only a survivor can tell the tale. Will anyone be left alive to do so? Will anyone be sane enough to believe it? WARNINGS: • Graphic scenes of violence. • Dark humor. • Explicit sexual content. • Rape. • Various mental disorders. • Self-harm. This story is entirely our own, except for the Creepypastas mentioned.Dokončeno
Creepypasta Hunter
When a woman was dared by her friends to try to find a new creepy pasta that showed up online, she found a man walking toward the same direction. She didn't know it yet, but he was on the hunt for the same thing. She stumbled upon a creature that looked like a half dog half human with a mask and a necklace of bloody fingers and ears. It was eating the flesh of a dead man. The sight made her sick to her stomach, and the creature targeted her next. That's when the man she saw in the distance intervened. He had some kind of training to fight something like that, and the woman had to go through it now too. To the public she was dead, but to the creepy pastas she was next in line to being their worst nightmare.Dokončeno
Creepypastas
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.Dokončeno
Psychosis
Betrayal...hopelessness...is there a way out of this mental asylum? The torture...will it end? Help... (This was actually a shot of making a creepypasta of my own...how'd I do?)Dokončeno
(READ DESCRIPTION) Various horror stories (mainly creepy pastas and urban legends). Good luck sleeping... I did not write any of these stories nor claim any of them, all rights go to the authors/owners of these stories. This is just a collection of all my favourite creepypastas that i've decided to share with you, enjoy ;)
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