Hazy Dream's & Living Nightmares

(Creepypasta X reader)
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They say nightmares are fragments of your imagination, a day's hardship or subconscious thoughts. Nightmares aren't real.. they're just bad dreams. A feeling like sour milk or moldy meat settled in your brain.

So why is it that I'm standing in my own worst nightmare? The middle of a old broken mansion in the middle of nowhere, no cell service, deep in the back country of the north and surround by miles an miles of dense forest. The mansion is always broken.. rotting from the inside out- spattered with blood and other bodily fluids. Eyes staring at me from the shadows ... catching a glimpse of something moving just out of the corner of my eye.. sounds of footsteps echoing from a floor above or below. But why am I here!?

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I've always been obsessed with the morbid nature of death.. decay and supernatural. My parents and close family friends were the only people who knew of my.. hobbies.. my name is y/n mayflower. I'm a sophomore in college with straight A's and a booming social life!
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Sound convincing enough for you? Because it did for the cops.. for my friends and teachers and even... myself for awhile. You want the truth? I'll tell you the truth! But your gonna need to sit and get comfortable because it's a long one.