Crepypastas Stories

(adj.) Half dead of exhaustion 《Creepypasta x reader》 (ORGINALLY ON AO3 AS "They never existed", BY ME AKA NATSUKIISSIMP) You woke up one day, and suddenly, all of your creepypasta searches disappeared, with Google saying no such things exists. You head to school confused and end up meeting new people, who reminded you an awful lot like the creepypastas backstorys... With the hope to be able to save them from their cruel destiny's, you realize it's dangerous to even do so with many risks of roping the ones you love with your fantasy of playing hero. But one main question still lingers, How'd they become real? or rather.. How did you get here? BTW, Remember that this is purely fiction. Idealization of killers or psychopaths is unhealthy, be sure to know the line. luv ya😋 I decided to publish this on wattpad too cause why not so yeah enjoy! ANYTHING THAT ISNT MINE BELONGS TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS. Album cover thingies at the top of the chapter are made by me (made in picsart) Anything that isn't mine belongs to their rightful owner WARNINGS ☆ BLOOD ☆CURSING ☆DARK THEMES?

One traumatized nutcase trying to live her life, an entity who's been trying to obtain her, and multiple weirdos who won't leave her alone. Story may contain disturbing writing including; violence, yandere behavior, smut, swearing, criminal acts, etc.

Highest rankings: #1 on creepypastaxreader #1 on creepypasta When Y/N L/N accidentally gets added onto a groupchat of absolute imbeciles, she, an idiot, decides to continue to talk to these "angsty teens". Unbeknownst to her, they kinda do be killing doe. 😳👀 This is inspired by many texting fanfics I've read! I forgot most of their names but whatEVER. I think you can find one of them on Quotev, I think it's called "Messages", i don't know I haven't read all of it yet but it's so far a masterpiece full of memes. I can probably update a lot cause sis is homeschooled, yolo. I do have a schedule tho, so give me some patience. And yes I am weird asf and kinda dumb 🤭 typical homeschool stereotype, don't bully me. Also I'm not a big fan of cussing but if a bunch of rebellious serial killers don't cuss then what are they? Sorry if I mess up your Christian vibes ✋😔 (I'm kinda a Christian too actually- if I say the F word I probably misspelled or something.) Enjoy, hoe. 👁👄👁 -Yourlocalcrackhead

8 Year old Aiden has been hiding away from the public after his two older brothers became committed murderers. Since this happened, his feelings became numb. His emotions became hard to tell and his eyes were lifeless. What happens when he's reunited with his two older brothers after he's been considered missing since he was 3 when his brothers went on their killing sprees? Read on to find out.

This is for my nonby queers out there because I'm one too...I need more gn reader content of bloody painter and AO3 is NOT helping (cuz it's mainly f/m and I'm not a lady://) -Might be ooc but tbh just let me dream -No hate pls I made this at night -I am those "Eng is not me first language and I'm a teen" -not much nsfw might have some?? ldk I like fluff and angst/comfort more

Basically I got tired of crappy fanfictions that have too many plot holes, so I'm making my own, your welcome. A girl, a boy, and a sadistic serial killer, what could go wrong?

what the title says y/n uses she/her pronouns if you prefer a y/n with they/them pronouns, I have another version of this story on my profile!

{Male reader} 'I clenched my eyes shut as a felt a presence above me, well fuck. Goodbye sweet world. Goodbye Gerard Way, you iconic legend. I heard a raspy voice mutter "Go to sleep-" "wait!" I butted in. God fucking damn it, just die a tragic death you don't need to try to do something thats basically useless! damn you human instincts.'

Creepypasta texting fic; lowercase intended. Several parts will be published at once. You were desperate enough to hire a killer.

Creepypasta crossover with another fandom Ship: Bloody Painter x Kazuha!Y/n Kate The Chaser x Furina!Y/n Hoodie x Hu Tao!Y/n Masky x Yoriichi!Y/n Ticci Toby x M/n Iguro X-Virus x NB Y/n Tokito Eyeless Jack x F Y/n Tsuyuri BEN Drowned x GN Y/n Tomioka Vincent Charbonneau x Leon Robinson

this is a book i wrote forever ago ( when i was a huge simp for jeff) feel free to read and tell me what you think about it cause its well.... yeah

este es el primer capitulo de una novela que va mezclando distintas comunidades y la verdad no se como valla a quedar (de momento no tiene portada) estoy superduper nerviosa por publicar esto

⋆.˚⦻ 𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 ⦻˚.⋆ ʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ! :ᴅ

Deep in the Blackwood Forest, two best friends thought they were alone. It started with strange noises between the trees... then footprints that weren't theirs. Something tall lurked in the shadows, always just out of sight. Watching. Waiting. As the girls try to find their way back home, they realize the creature following them isn't human - and it knows their every move. The deeper they go into the woods, the darker the secrets become. Some legends are real... and some monsters never stop hunting. In the forest, you're never alone. Because it always watches.

To put it simply we got the creepypasta mansion in a more realistic light, partially serious representation of the creepypastas, my oc not taking the spotlight (I hope) and general vibes that'll be mixed with serious conversations. (THIS DESCRIPTION WILL BE UPDATED!!! I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING RN) I've written some fanwork in the past but it's been 4 full years and both were for personal use (Eddsworld, they're bad) Just as a heads up i have 2 things to keep in mind while reading: 1) English is NOT my first language (Italian) so I'm sorry if sometimes the wording structure doesn't make sense in the slightest- please inform me if there's anything unclear, just do it nicely <3 2) I have no story planned for this fic, so I'll make up shit as I go (sorry, writing this helped fuel my temporary creepypasta obsession)

Gold Hillard, just 15, has become the Johto champion only a few weeks ago. During these few weeks after he journeyed around Kanto to get all 8 of Kanto's trainer badges to be granted access to the mysterious Mt. Silver. His only goal? To find the strongest trainer in the region and have the battle of a lifetime. Will Gold find what he's looking for? or will he lose everything in vain? Original Story: Easter Egg: Snow on Mt. Silver I do not own the Pokemon franchise or the Original story this fic is based on! Content warning: Mildly graphic descriptions of frostbite, Swearing, Death, Lovey Dovey teenagers that happen to both be men (homophobes be damned), lazy time skips during the first part, and a dumbass being a dumbass for most of a fic in typical horror media fashion :3 If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please go read something else, but of course, I can't stop you ;)

As a little kid you always hear about the boogie man, Freddy, Jason, Michael Myers and other ghost stories that'll make you wet the bed in fear. But here's something new. CREEPYPASTAS. Some are mythical some are man made and some are just made up of the poor unfortunate souls of human beings. "What if I told you that Creepypastas were real? You think I'm kidding, don't you? Its fine if you don't believe me. You'll see for yourself soon enough. After all your on MY list~" This is a rewrite of my old Creepypasta book I made like 11 years ago, enjoy~

"𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙖. 𝙄𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪." ••• For nineteen years, Tara has lived under the shadow of her grandmother's paranoia. Born with a lunar-shaped mark on her shoulder, she was never allowed to leave their Birbhum home without a heavy smudge of Kala Teeka behind her ear. To her Didun, it's a cloaking device against an ancient debt. To Tara, it's just a greasy, embarrassing superstition that marks her as a 'village girl.' When Tara moves to Kolkata to attend University, she decides she is done with ghosts. She scrubs her neck clean, tosses her Didun's silver kaajal box in the trash, and steps into the freedom of the city. She thinks she's finally invisible. But that night, standing under a flickering streetlight, she sees him. A man in a dusty, gold-threaded Panjabi, his face a smooth, terrifying void. He doesn't speak. He doesn't run. He just stands there, a relic of a century-old wedding, moving closer every time Tara blinks. The Groom's party is already here, and they aren't looking for a "Yes." The wedding is at midnight. And he has been waiting a hundred years for a bride who finally forgot to hide. WC: -- CC: Inky

Warning: This is a fan made story for the NES Godzilla Creepypasta. I don't own the original story as it was made by CosbyDaf nor do I own any of the monsters made by Toho, Tsuburaya, or most of the original characters. This is also a redux from the old story because I deleted it due to issues. It's gonna take a while for me to get back to the progress I was at.

SunBlock Lane is a "cozy neighborhood puppet show" broadcast on a looping children's program from the 1980s.