Creepypasta: The Holder Series
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DISCLAIMER: These stories are not my own. They are merely a collection of popular creepypasta stories.
"These stories have been gathered from various sources, many of which are questionable at best, but they all follow a similar thread; they tell the tale of a number of Objects, which, when brought together, will bring about horrendous consequences, details of which drive most people mad."
The Holders Wiki was custom-written to house the Holders Series.
You can contact the creator and administrator of the wiki at TheHolders.org@gmail.com
The user "Sysop" did not create the Series. Holders stories "created" by that user were merely collected from various places.
Copyright of each story remains with the original author. In many cases, these authors are anonymous. The "world" of The Holders in which the stories are written should be considered public property, but not public domain. Anyone is free to write more stories that take place in the world of The Holders, and retain the copyright to their own works.
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