histórias de Creepypasta

(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

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!

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

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.

In a town near the Nicolet National Forest in Wisconsin, where urban legends are real and nightmares laid out on paper come crawling put made from the ink that created them. A young girl, Raine Lynn Smith and her father James E. Smith live a quiet life shortly after loosing Raines mother two years prior. The young girl comes across a cursed book in which makes her drawings come to life straight from the book. What will happen to the young artist? We shall see further into the story of The Book of Creations. . . . . . . . All art posted in the story belongs to Mistwing Studios, I give no permission for anyone to use my work for any reason. If you want to see more work see my page on Instagram or DeviantArt. I also created the cover of my book on Wattpad.

Days stuck behind the counter of a convenience store out in the middle of nowhere are slow at best, but the handsome serial killers that come from the surrounding forest to grab their last minute groceries almost make it all worth it. At least to a touch starved gay such as M/n.

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."

Its about you,the reader, getting taken by Shadow and get brought to the creepypasta mansion. Oh, fair warning; Shadow is very protective :3 ~I do not own the Creepypasta's or you, the only ones I owned are Shadow,Mist, and their mother~

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!

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.

No matter where you tried to run, hide- no matter where you turned- that boy was there. From the familiar T shirts to the hoodies- to the manic grin across his face as his hatchets glared in the moon light- and the tall shadowy figure with no face loomed over you two. Reaching beckoning tendrils out to you- reaching for you- telling you to come home with it and the boy, and to join his side. Another thing about him though- was the fact that remembering who he was, hurt and felt impossible. His face and name evading you the same way you ran from him. But you grow tired, and like a rabbit running out of steam, you're eventually going to run out of energy to keep escaping him, and he- is relentless. Just like the creature that trails him- he wont give up till he has you. (Reader has amnesia, so does Toby- but they know they know each other, somehow- and he wants you back, -lots of obsessive stalking- lots of gore- you have been warned)

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.

(Y/n)- your name has a "second personality" who he refers to as Sane. He escaped the asylum he was locked away in at age five. He finally escaped after three years of torture You run into the woods and are cornered...just has you thought you were finished...some unexcepted savoirs come in. I do not own the picture for the cover nor do I own the creepypastas Highest Rank: #73 In Random Lowest Rank: #965 In Random

(𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦? 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵.)

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

decided to finally write the Paw Patrol Creepypasta I've always wanted to write, so enjoy, its my first Pasta, so expect it to be kinda buns

All the creepypastas live together in a mansion. Chaos ensues. (Cover is not mine)