Creepypastas قصص

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

You and Toby have been enemies ever since you became a proxy. Heck you were probably enemies way before that. You hated his guts, he hated your guts. But lately Toby has been getting even more angry and pissed at you for no reason. If you even as much as breathed near him, he would lash out. You confront him, read on to find out what happens next (didn't know what to write don't blame me 👀)

The wizarding world believes Harriet Potter vanished without a trace. No one knows the truth. After years of abuse, Vernon Dursley loses his temper one final time. Horrified by what he's done, he hides Harriet's body deep within the woods, hoping the earth will keep his secret forever. But the forest is home to something far older than magic. The faceless being known only as Slender Man finds the lonely child before death can fully claim her. Rather than letting her soul fade, he offers her a place among the forgotten-the abandoned, the murdered, the monsters born from humanity's cruelty. There Harriet meets Sally Williams, another innocent child betrayed by family. Together they become sisters, learning to survive in a world where nightmares are real. Years later, Hogwarts sends letters to a girl who no longer exists. Because Harry Potter died in the woods... ...and something far more terrifying came back.

Me and my friends love to sing and when they leave I hang with my other friends then all hell brakes lose one night!!!! Read to find out what happens and if storm services

(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?

The academy was built for their kind, killers. But then he arrived. Quiet. Unreadable. Wrong in a way even the teachers noticed. Teachers watched him Students grew obsessed. And the academy itself seems to bend around him in ways that shouldn't be possible. Who is this new kid?

Used to be a Jeff the Killer x Reader but I think ill just make it a various creepypasta x reader with different routes and endings. Jeff the Killer Ben Drowned Eyeless Jack Ticci Toby Hoodie/Brian Masky/Tim Homicidal Liu Habit/Evan (as a special guest lowkey) In a small college town, where the most entertaining thing to do when you're bored is to get drunk and party, Y/n lives a lavish and wealthy life. With her parents owning most of the properties in town, it means she's spending her college years unemployed and carefree. Almost everyone knows her as the perfect, pretty, rich girl who always gets what she wants anyway she wants. It's not until an event at a Summerween party spills blood and Y/n is the perpetrator that she starts to see her life go downhill. Weird things are happening to her, she's forgetting things and blacking out, and not to mention the sudden violence she's hungry for, all these new things that came after the Summerween incident result in her popular, pretty girl reality being erased forever. It's up in the air if the new Y/n can be saved from herself, if she can survive in her new environment, or even if she can touch the heart of the man whos changed her life for eternity.

Rituals to do if you are bored of playing Xbox, PlayStation, etc. These are the instructions of all of these rituals in the book. BUT DO NOT PLAY THEM. PLAY AT YOUR OWN RISKS!

Creepypasta AÚN NO SUBIDA A MI CANAL

this is just my research and to log what i know so i remember it

a contemporary jeff the killer fanfic i wrote in 2018 most character names and insignificant details are adjusted for a new cannon/timeline, apologies for any confusion face claim suggestions are welcome, suggested headcannon by author is: Owen Teague in It 2017 for jeff and Katie Douglas for Jane

Una re imaginación del creepypasta original de Nina The Killer que reescribe algunas cosas con mi propia interpretación.

TICCI TOBY SAVED YOUR AHH?🙀

Toby hadn't needed anyone since he was seventeen. At least, that was what he told himself. Now a proxy, he was determined to prove he could handle a year-long assignment on his own without Masky or Hoodie breathing down his neck. Then there was you. You were nobody. Just the waitress at the old diner downtown, someone he could've ignored without a second thought. But routines do funny things to people, and somewhere between cheap meals and familiar conversation, Toby got wrapped up in you. Attachment had never been his strong suit. Toby would do anything for you. Even if it meant you were afraid of him. Because he wasn't about to let you wander back to your perfectly normal life while he returned to his own miserable existence under Slender's control. Not without taking something with him. Toby didn't need anyone. Well. Except you. And eventually, you'd realize you only needed him too. Right?

Old World soil remembers every sin, every curse, and every quiet scream. A collection of dark horror tales where desperation is the ultimate trap.

my past experiences and updates when things happen whilst doing creepypasta research

Every Tuesday at exactly 4:17 a.m., Lyra wakes up. She has for thirteen years. She has always believed it was nothing more than a strange habit left behind by the childhood accident she barely remembers. In Sector 7, strange things are easier to ignore. The CHSA keeps everyone safe, the Bloom is contained, and the flooded cities of the old world are nothing more than history. Until people start disappearing. A missing resident leaves behind a warning Lyra was never meant to find. Then she begins noticing things she can't explain. A strange symbol appearing where it shouldn't. Water turning up in places that should be dry. And a word she has never heard before. Lullaby. The more Lyra searches for answers, the more she begins to question everything she's been taught about the world beyond Sector 7-and the city that was lost beneath the water. The CHSA has been hiding something. The people who disappeared may not be gone. And whatever is waiting beneath the water may know more about Lyra than she knows about herself. Because some things are buried for a reason. And some things in the water are still waiting.

Un grupo de chicos adolescentes, deciden hacer un "tonto juego" paranormal en un aburrido receso de la institución. Pero lo que no saben, es que quizá ese tonto juego que decidieron probar en chiste, puede ser muchísimo más serio. Por algo de pequeños nos enseñaron a no jugar con cosas serias, ahora sobrevivan.

Jeff the killer x Oc (I don't do Y/N fan fiction, they low-key pmo so I'm sorry abt that) This is my first time writing something on here, so please no hate. This also has some other Creepypastas in it but you'll see WARNINGS!!!: Gore Violence Language Lemon🍋🍋 NSFW

Reality is not stable. It is monitored. Hidden beyond governments and history, the Directorate of Abnormal Phenomena records Irregularities-entities, objects, and events that defy natural law. Some are contained. Some cooperate. Some were created in desperation to stop far greater threats. Not all anomalies are hostile. Some protect the world in secret. Others are only waiting. Ca1refully. Not everything here wants to remain hidden. And if you are reading this, the archive has already noticed you