Creepasta Stories

FAN FICTION Jane was given this journal and she wants to record all of her thoughts in here. From burning pizza places to missing children to evil alt accounts, she's there to witness it all.

(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?

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

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

Just an ordinary girl that accidentally joins a group chat full of serial killers. What could go wrong? Warning! There will be cussing and all sorts of chaos throughout this! Read at your own risk. Sorry if its a little bit cringy in the beginning. This is the first book I've ever wrote. Ranks: #1 Creepypasta #1 Creepypastaxreader #1 textbook #1 chatroom Thank you guys for the support ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

Ever since (Y/n) had inherited her great grandfather's farm in the desolate town of Markwood, she had been living paycheck to paycheck as a farmer. So when she ends up holding an intruder hostage in her home, she's torn between killing him or keeping him alive. He is one more mouth to feed, but letting him go could mean her demise. Cover art by: nala_fel on Instagram

Hello, fellow CP lovers out there! Welcome to yet another reader insert! Wow, such originality. Much creative. I love Creepypasta as much as that guy over there, and I’ve been reading so many amazing Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios and thought, “hey, why not join this community? Why the hell not?!” In this Book, you are the girlfriend of ten Creepypastas! Wow. I love them all. Read this book and you’ll feel happy, sad, horny, weird and possibly falling more in love with these handsome monsters! Requests may vary... I do not own the Creepypastas. All rights are reserved to their owners! See you, Spawns of Zalgo!

People say i look either like my mom or my dad, but then they say it's a bad thing that I look like either one of them. It's another reason why I'm not adopted. I never knew them, and don't know what makes people hate them, or even fear them. But what I don't realize is that on the date of my 16th birthday, my life is going to take a twisted turn.

This is a creepypastas fanfic of sorts with my oc Cade again, yes ik he's my character for everything im sorry lol: After escaping his abusive past, 19-year-old Caden-known as Hell Hound to most-finds refuge in Slenderman's mansion, a dark haven for killers and proxies. With being Half-demon and half-werewolf, he struggles to control the monster inside him while finding belonging among the horrors of his new family. But when his bloodline awakens under the blood moon and a rogue proxy threatens everything, Cade must fight to protect the only place-and person-that ever felt like home... especially Ticci Toby. "Half wolf. Half demon. All heart-and all hell when you hurt his family."

Y/N L/N just wants to get through high school unnoticed. But the hallucinations won't stop. The static in his ears won't fade. And the tall, faceless figure lurking at the edge of his vision keeps getting closer. Strange symbols appear in his notebooks. His reflection changes when no one's looking. And something in the woods behind his home watches him... waiting. As the shadows close in around him, Y/N begins to realize the horrifying truth: He isn't just being followed. He's being claimed. By something the world only whispers about. the Tall Man. Slenderman.

You are a secret killer for a few years, nobody can ever track you. You gain powers are from music Example: you hear the song unravel from Tokyo Ghoul, you became a ghoul what if the creepypasta's find out about you? This is a reader insert. YOU are the main character Creepypasta x reader THIS IS VERY OLD!

I always see Jeff the Killer x fem reader so I decided to make a male reader one ( ≧∀≦)ノ

Disclaimer: This is not a horror story or anything like that related to .Exes. I said I would create my own topic for my story, didn't I? Signed: Mirror (the protagonist of this story). Anyway, here's a little summary: He doesn't know why he's where he is. He doesn't know what he's supposed to be. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do. But he'll figure it out along the way. In the meantime, why not play the hero? Saving people using his strange new body and even strange abilities? This is the story of something that shouldn't exist, but continues to exist despite the universe's pleas.

"Jesus christ Y/N your the son of the bay harbor butcher?" " HE REALLY HATED THAT NAME"

A mix of my ideas I hope you like them English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes that may appear. I don't own the characters, photos, or music, but my OCs and the plot.

Ninguém falava do edifício. Sem janelas, escondido numa rua discreta de Lisboa, era ali que um partido jovem e moderno dizia defender a liberdade, a transparência e o mérito. Miguel acreditou. Jovem, idealista e à procura de um lugar no mundo, aceitou o convite para entrar. Mas alguns edifícios não existem para serem deixados. À medida que os corredores se multiplicam e as pessoas começam a desaparecer sem explicação, Miguel descobre que há um preço para pertencer - e que certas portas só se abrem para dentro. Entre reuniões sem registo, silêncios impostos e sorrisos que escondem algo podre, a liberdade transforma-se num labirinto claustrofóbico. "O Edifício Sem Janelas" é um conto creepypasta de terror psicológico e político, onde o verdadeiro horror não vive nas sombras, mas nas estruturas de poder, na cultura do silêncio e na facilidade com que se normaliza o inaceitável. Porque, às vezes, sair não é uma opção.

Three creatures were created due to scientists clumsiness. Each one if them are in a specific country on earth and inhabit a forest in each country. Will they eventually meet each other? Read and find out yourself!

Hear about how rachel hears about her murderous parents and her sorrowing siblings

Me (Oofey M.L.C.) the creator of the BFDIS SURVIVAL AU, tells you different obscure stories that aren't told in main series. As well as trying to convince you that even og Four is hiding a dark side of himself that wants to eat everybody.

This is just a oneshot requested by dzdcdfrf1223445. And this creepypasta does not belong to me. She belongs to her respectful owner