Slenderman Stories

!!Ongoing!! (Contains trigger warnings!) Y/N Smith, a troubled high school teen, is forced to move schools after getting herself kicked out. After moving schools, she encounters the Woods brothers, Liu and Jeffrey, the richest kids at Forrest Lake High School. She befriends Liu, a brown-haired boy who's a grade older and the popular one of the two. Jeffrey, the bullied emo kid, begins catching Y/N's eyes, and she begins pitying him when she runs into him being bullied after class. After seeing him get beat up the day before Winter Break, she stands up to the bullies, and begins to befriend Jeffrey. Liu begins to stray away from her and eventually, after not seeing much of Liu, he disappears, along with their parents. Then does Jeffrey. After a few years, Y/N moves past her friendships with Liu and Jeffrey, and graduates high school, about to begin college. People start randomly disappearing and while driving back to her hometown, she runs into someone unexpected after her car breaks down in the middle of the night. And she's resorted to walking until she finds signs of human life. She meets the eyes of the person slowly walking towards her. "J-Jeffrey..?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ #2 in Jeffxreader on Wattpad

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

At the High Peaks Campground, two brothers find themselves to be the victims of an infamous deranged serial killer. After they lose their parents in the attack, Lawrence tries to live with the crippling trauma, meanwhile, his brother Marshall remains missing at the campground. Lawrence eventually returns to the campground, an act which would push him fully into mania. He unknowingly follows in the footsteps of his parents' killer until he finds his brother.

When Jeff the Killer is charged with finding the most pure of heart at the local high school to complete a ritual, he doesn't know that he'll end up falling for her. Will he do what he must to attain ultimate power, or will he find another way?

This will be about my Creepypasta au and my description of the characters some things will be Canon others will not (I also just want to say sorry in advance if it takes me a while to get chapters out)

## Mérida Slenderman Mérida Slenderman era una chica silenciosa que vivía en la Mansión Creepypasta. Aunque muchos la conocían como la hija de Slenderman y la hermana mayor de Sally Williams, pocos sabían la verdadera historia detrás de su mirada triste y distante. Cuando Mérida nació, su madre la abandonó sin siquiera despedirse. La pequeña pasó sus primeros años sintiendo un vacío que no podía explicar. Slenderman, aunque no era muy expresivo, fue quien la cuidó y le dio un hogar entre los habitantes de la mansión. Con el tiempo, Mérida comenzó a preguntarse por qué su madre nunca regresaba. Cada cumpleaños esperaba verla aparecer en la puerta, pero eso nunca ocurría. Años después, cuando ya había aprendido a ocultar su dolor, su madre volvió de repente. Mérida creyó que por fin tendría la familia que siempre había deseado. Durante un corto tiempo intentó acercarse a ella, conocerla y recuperar todos los años perdidos. Sin embargo, aquella felicidad duró muy poco. Cuando nació Sally, su madre volvió a marcharse, abandonándolas una vez más. Esta vez el golpe fue aún más duro porque Mérida ya había aprendido a quererla. Sentía que le habían arrancado algo que apenas había recuperado. Desde entonces, Mérida cambió. Dejó de confiar fácilmente en las personas y comenzó a pasar la mayor parte de su tiempo encerrada en su habitación dentro de la mansión. Sus paredes estaban cubiertas de dibujos, cartas nunca enviadas y recuerdos que guardaba en secreto. No le gustaba salir al mundo exterior. De hecho, casi nunca abandonaba la Mansión Creepypasta. El único momento en que cruzaba sus puertas era cuando alguien la invocaba. Entonces aparecía en silencio, cumplía con lo que debía hacer y regresaba rápidamente a su hogar. Sally era una de las pocas personas capaces de hacerla sonreír. Aunque Mérida intentaba parecer fría y seria, siempre protegía a su hermana menor. En el fondo temía que Sally también si

This is a little series of what I think are my Creepypasta encounters. Cover photo isn't mine.

"There's a thin line between love and hate", that's stupid. If you hate him, you just hate him. Who's the asshole that made that up? -Masky thought. The relationship Masky and Toby had was complicated... and weird. They were not friends, not a couple, they didn't even get along, but they love each other. They had a strange way to show their love, but they did love each other that's for sure. "Friends don't kiss", who cares, however they were not friends. They were just kisses from one proxy to another proxy. 🚨 Enemies to lovers x slow burn 🚨 Lenguage: hate speech, slurs 🚨 Sexual content NOT explicit 🚨 Grown up characters

This will have documented encounters with the creepypastas, and this is ur choice to read, so its not my fault if/when something happens to you!! This will kinda be like an online journal just in case I lose mine. Good luck in this rabbit hole... -AL3X

Kora is a young woman struggling with navigating adult hood and living life with a disability on top of being able to hear and see the dead. After losing their home due to medical debt Kora and her mother move into her grandparent's summer home in the woods. After living there for some time Kora starts to hear whispering coming from the woods. Soon the whispers get louder and she needs to do something about it; this chain of events lead to her discover all sorts of anomalies and uncovering dark secrets that lie beyond the trees. 'What is Beyond the Whispering Woods' tells this tale through the pages of Kora's journal. Some of the already existing creepy pastas will be introduced slowly into the story as well as creatures loosely based on already existing mythological creatures slightly changed to become something new.

One of my legs was crossed over the other, my head resting in my palm as my elbow dug into the table. It was cold, chills slowly running up my arm as I held back a shiver. I felt absolutely wrecked, And I hadn't even had any alcohol yet. My head was pounding, I felt like my mascara should be running down my face, my cheeks sticky from tears. But after everything I found out over the past few months, I was really desensitised to the things I saw tonight. "I'm sorry... I ruined your... night..." The thing sat opposite me broke the silence, his mask was off. I could see his face. And I could hear his voice more clear too. I preferred when he had his mask off... everything felt more normal. Even though he wasn't. With mischief in his eyes and the ghost of a teasing smirk he slowly slid a tall glass of prosecco my way. The bubbles fizzing to the top as a edible hibiscus flower sat at the bottom of the glass. I lifted my head letting my arm rest and land on my lap. God... he knew me too well. The edge of my lips curled upwards as I looked at him, my fingers curling around the glass. In the short time he knew me, he knew me dangerously well. I originally came out for a drink. But after... what happened the once lively bar was left a wreck. Glasses smashed, clothes and bags left, lights broken and flickering. The place abandoned besides from us. But it was oddly nice. Just us. "Until next time," I teased, keeping my eyes connected to his as I raised my glass before I connected my lips to the glass and downed the drink and ate the flower with it. Because I knew this wouldn't be the last. And with how my life was going, I would soon end up exactly like him. So lets enjoy it while it lasts. 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ

(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?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ RITUAL RESULT. Two best friends doing a creepypasta related ritual that they found on internet!! what could go wrong xD ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ꒷꒦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ̽ CREEPYPASTAS X READER ⠀ " Doesn't matter which path, either way you'll die. "

A revamp of my old research book. Ill leave the old book up just incase you want to check it out though! By the way! In this new book, ill try post mainly on research!

You just wanted a quick break from all the chaos happening at home. A strange encounter with a very cheerful non-human being quickly turned into a friendship and even into a job later on. Being Splendorman's Buddy, you find yourself being dragged along on a trip to the Slender Mansion. The longer you stay there, the more questions began forming in your mind. Where do you really want to be? Where do you feel like you truly belong? And when the time comes. . .do you even want to leave? !Cover art isn't mine. !This story includes murder and mentions of suicide. !Reader is gender-neutral, meaning anyone can read. !English isn't my first language so any help is really appreciated. !Inspired by: Life With Creepypastas by VikingMetalToby

WARINGS (I'm actually serious. Read this). coming from someone who's been a proxy for 7 years. This is genuinely not for the weak, not everyone is worthy to be a proxy and slender will make that KNOWN. I've been given permission to write this. I know not everyone will read this so I'll have it in the actual reading bit.

I don't remember much. Actually, that's a lie. I don't remember anything. Slendy says that's okay. He gave me a place to stay, a purpose, and a bunch of stupid missions that involve putting pieces of paper in the woods. It's not really exciting, but it's better than having nothing. So I started keeping this journal. I figure it'll help me remember things. Who I am. What I do. What happens every day. Nothing interesting, probably.

❛ SO HOW LONG HAVE YOUR BEEN NINETEEN? A WHILE . 🍷 you didn't need a reminder that you couldn't bite your way out of everything , job is a must... as boring as it is. and besides... how bad can it be to babysit a little girl? [ art KisenaMiriz ]

Y/n L/n and her sister are fraternal twins that go from foster home to foster home because of their unnatural connection. YES I AM FULLY AWARE THAT MASKY AND HOODIE ARE NOT CREEPYPASTAS! THIS IS MY STORY I DOS WHAT I WANTS!

As you may know- or may not. (Bioshock) Jack Ryan has either saved Little Sisters taking them to the surface or Harvested them and brought Splicers to the surface causing chaos and destruction- None of those two endings really Matters in this book. But what does matter is, What if.. A Unrescued Little Sister was unknowingly brought to the surface either by Jack forgetting the rescue her or the submarine automaticaly emerging. Being an Unusual little girl with yellow eyes and grey skin may not be easy, until she was lost in the woods... ------------- •No Romance for the Little Sister ((Phedophilia is a no no- not even Puppy love-)) •Some strong languages (some maybe censored) violence, and alot of gore. •Disclaimer, i have been a fan of Creepypasta for a long time and i had returned to the fandom so i may be alittle rusty playing the characters. •If you don't know Bioshock it's okay but to understand more, you may search on this. ------------- All rights reserved