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KinkyPasta (It Was Mombat's Idea Don't @ Me)

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Someone was following me. Through my life, I was watched closely by an unknown person. It was only recently I discovered this, however. And it was only recently I realised they were a danger to me, and everyone around me. I turn to the only people to reach out to me, but discover more than I had expected... or wanted to.

Was it really worth it to become a murderer, to protect myself?

~

None of the creepypasta here belong to me, unless specified otherwise. I hope you enjoy the story, and keep in mind I will not be taking this very seriously and updating on a schedule. Have fun ya cracked up kiddos :)Public Domain

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Part 2 of "Doubts" It was that same feeling I felt deep inside me the day my grandparents left me. My stomach began to cringe. My throat was in knots. My breathing had gotten hard. My instincts were telling me something just wasn't right. I felt useless and alone... I had always knew pain my whole life but this was next level. That feeling of holding back and regret filled my veins with agony. I was lost in my thoughts. My heart felt colder and colder with every minute that passed by. Who am I ? Who am I really ? What is my purpose in this life that I lived? That I once knew ..... why did this bad luck fall upon my life? What did I do to deserve this ? I'm cursed. I have to be. I cried so much in that hospital bed that no tears seemed to want to fall anymore. I had no tears left in me to shed. When Akeem left this room, I knew it would be the last time that I would see him. My better half. My Ace. My love. My husband. My life. Gone. Forever. It wasn't confirmed but I knew it. I just knew it. Life fucked me hard. So why not throw it back.

Fatal Insanity (Jeff The Killer X Reader) by Majora_Drowned_BEN

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My Life With The Creepypastas by StarfireRobinson

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The one that saved me (Jeff the killer x reader) by hazzthesazz3

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Journal of Decay (Creepypasta x reader) by mindsetdecomposing

Let's say you're a criminology student who lives in the Midwest. Out of curiosity you try to get more information about your friends death. You accidentally end up falling into a rabbit hole and start your own investigation. Trying to solve this mystery you find out how much deeper this mess actually goes. So you stop, just stop and get better, but your room mate falls into the same rabbit hole and pulls you back into it with him. You end up almost losing your life and mind multiple times in this process. Getting stalked and targeted by 4 murderers wasn't really your goal but oh well! Will you survive after finding out about the paranormal part of this situation or not? Will you accept the help from the "red frowny faced mask fucker" or not? Find out and read! (Slow burn! Self insert! No smut!) (don't recommend reading this under 16 years of age) (Also! Ik Hoodie & Masky are from marble hornets, I just rly like the mh and crp crossover. I also don't claim the other crp/mh character unless I say so and ticci Toby was created by kastoway.)

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Doubts 2

Part 2 of "Doubts" It was that same feeling I felt deep inside me the day my grandparents left me. My stomach began to cringe. My throat was in knots. My breathing had gotten hard. My instincts were telling me something just wasn't right. I felt useless and alone... I had always knew pain my whole life but this was next level. That feeling of holding back and regret filled my veins with agony. I was lost in my thoughts. My heart felt colder and colder with every minute that passed by. Who am I ? Who am I really ? What is my purpose in this life that I lived? That I once knew ..... why did this bad luck fall upon my life? What did I do to deserve this ? I'm cursed. I have to be. I cried so much in that hospital bed that no tears seemed to want to fall anymore. I had no tears left in me to shed. When Akeem left this room, I knew it would be the last time that I would see him. My better half. My Ace. My love. My husband. My life. Gone. Forever. It wasn't confirmed but I knew it. I just knew it. Life fucked me hard. So why not throw it back.