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He watches you when you are sleeping.... Prolouge: A whip cracked over the heads of the last five rows of elves as Santa took up the end of the droopy prosession, with a mad look in his eyes. "What's this?" his thunderous voice boomed across the open tundra. None of the elves even turned around to look. It happened almost every day. "Get up on your feet you misrable rat!" Santa cracked the whip again this time hitting the poor elves feet. The elf moaned and made a half hearted attempt at getting up, but he fell back down. "Get up!" Santa barked. The elf tried once more but it was a more feeble attempt then the last. Santa got down on one knee and leaned really close to the elf's face. He propped the elf up on his knee so the elf was sitting in his lap. Santa pulled out his wallet and flipped it open. With some magic, Santa's ID turned into a picture of a female and to kids. "See them, your family, that's who you are letting down, how could you? How could you be so cruel to some innocent kids. Get up if you want to live. Get up if you want to live in the spirit of Chistmas. Get up if you want to live with me." Santa looked at the elf squarely in the eyes. Very faintly over the whipping winds of the North pole, the elf spoke. "No, I will not get up, I will never get up. The spirit of Christmas, there is no spirit anymore. At least not around here. And I will never get up up, to be with you, you are a ruined being, you are the root of evil, a heartless being, murderous and rampent to get you agenda finished, you are the thing that is wrong with this world, you are the greed, the envy, the jelousy, now standing against what you once stood for. You are the madman I will never get up for." Santa turned around and walked away fading into the snow storm. "He desevered to die anyway." Santa grumbled. With this he caught up to the line of elves and began cracking his whip once more. Santa smiled this was going to be the year of giving and receiving.Concluída
Ask The Creepypastas MothaFucka!
Ask the CreepyPastas pastas anything!!!!Dare them to do crazy stuffs! I love you guys please click on this story!*makes puppy dog eyes* You won't regret!The CreepyPastas will be more than happy to do you ur bidding! Jeff-Fuck no! Jeff the potato- I wub pweople! CPD-Whatever!Read the story! **beware....randomness at all times**Concluída
The True Story of Christmas
So you all know the holiday known by most as Christmas. Many are familiar with the name Santa Claus, or St. Nick. And everyone knows that Christmas is a time of yucky, gooey sweetness and kindness and joy and giving. But does anyone know the true story of Christmas? The horrors behind the how the colours of Christmas was decided? The frightful events that the so-called jolly Santa Claus had to face? This is the 100% accurate telling of the true story behind Christmas, a painful story filled with evil and murders that led to the creation of a joyous holiday. For now, we'll give you one hint: Santa's suit used to be white. Welcome to the bloody fairytale of Christmas... --->>>---<<<--- Written byConcluída
When Darkeness Breathes...(Contest)
How can I explain what has happened? How a lifetime of pain and disability was far more sinister and darke than even I could have imagined? I am only now discovering the truth, and I will share it with you, page by page from my journal. Do you have the courage to uncover the truth? Will you make it to the end with me? Lets see... (This story is dedicated to everyone who has ever felt different or misunderstood. We are all equal♡) This is the condensed version for the #TNTHorrorContenst entry.Concluída
Marked (Jeff the Killer X Reader)
It all stared with a simple visit. A visit that was supposed to kill you. That night you were left with a strange mark on your chest, and that night your life changed. COVER BY: SlaveForGoogle NOTE: This story is years old so there's bound to be plot holes and sometimes just bad writing. If you can look past all that, please enjoy my story!Concluída
Jeffmads {Oneshot Book}
You know the rules! { Requests are allowed } { Jeffmads Only! } { Anything, Smut, Fluff, and Angst }Concluída
Savior 》Ticci Toby x Reader {EDITING}
~"The wind tugged at your hair as you sat on a bench and read your book. You had an uneasy feeling, like you were being watched, but you ignored it. You didn't know he was behind you."~ Living with your drunken mother had been a living hell. Everyday, you wished for nothing more than to leave. One night when you're home alone, your wish comes true. A strange boy with orange goggles and a stripped hoodie shows up and takes you to a place were there are people like you; rejects of society. For once in your life, you felt like you belonged somewhere, but your life was about to take another drastic turn. *DISCLAIMER: I do not own any if the creepypastas, their stories, or the SlenderMansion. I also do not own you x)*Concluída
𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑, M. POLIBIO
𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌.Concluída
The Santa Clause Act (Completed)
❝ Wait," I say, backing away. "Let me get this straight- you're Santa Clause?" I stare at the boy no more than a couple years older than me. He had to be kidding. He rolls his eyes, his handsome face illuminated by the lights on the tree. "Well when you put it that way, I suppose." The candy cane i am sucking on falls from my lips, clattering to the floor. "B-But where's the beard, the overflowing fat and the HO HO HO?" He snorts, a charming smile on his lips as he tugs on the end of my Santa hat. "Sweetheart, it's all just the Santa Clause Act.❞ ~*~ p.s. The current cover was made by Isasecret Ranking: short story #9/ Teen Fiction: #56Concluída
ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ ᴍᴇ (ᴇᴊ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)
You thought he was dead, the police thought he was dead, everyone thought he was dead, and it was your fault. You had only ever wanted to belong. You wanted friends, you wanted to be cared about, and you found that. Only, you found it in a cult that spat you out and left you to fend for yourself, just as they had to 𝙝𝙞𝙢.Concluída
He watches you when you are sleeping.... Prolouge: A whip cracked over the heads of the last five rows of elves as Santa took up the end of the droopy prosession, with a mad look in his eyes. "What's this?" his thunderous voice boomed across the open tundra. None of the elves even turned around to look. It happened almost every day. "Get up on your feet you misrable rat!" Santa cracked the whip again this time hitting the poor elves feet. The elf moaned and made a half hearted attempt at getting up, but he fell back down. "Get up!" Santa barked. The elf tried once more but it was a more feeble attempt then the last. Santa got down on one knee and leaned really close to the elf's face. He propped the elf up on his knee so the elf was sitting in his lap. Santa pulled out his wallet and flipped it open. With some magic, Santa's ID turned into a picture of a female and to kids. "See them, your family, that's who you are letting down, how could you? How could you be so cruel to some innocent kids. Get up if you want to live. Get up if you want to live in the spirit of Chistmas. Get up if you want to live with me." Santa looked at the elf squarely in the eyes. Very faintly over the whipping winds of the North pole, the elf spoke. "No, I will not get up, I will never get up. The spirit of Christmas, there is no spirit anymore. At least not around here. And I will never get up up, to be with you, you are a ruined being, you are the root of evil, a heartless being, murderous and rampent to get you agenda finished, you are the thing that is wrong with this world, you are the greed, the envy, the jelousy, now standing against what you once stood for. You are the madman I will never get up for." Santa turned around and walked away fading into the snow storm. "He desevered to die anyway." Santa grumbled. With this he caught up to the line of elves and began cracking his whip once more. Santa smiled this was going to be the year of giving and receiving.
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