Are you, are you coming to the tree? Where they strung up a man, they said murdered three?

(Rated M for Mature Themes) You had been kidnapped from the creepypastas once. When you were six. But the Hunters had whisked you away to your ordinary life. Now you are a teenager, and the creepypastas visit you once again. Romance and humor follow. Which will you choose? Mainly contains these creepypastas: Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Eyeless Jack, Jeff the Killer, and Ben.

She loved him with all her heart, and in return, he gave her his life.

A collection of tales of King Arthur and his court inspired by the many legends, myths and books written about them over the centuries.

This is a continuation off of Paparazzi written by my best friend. She didn't really want to write this, but I forced her into it. ;) She also hasn't read it in almost a year. Keep in mind that she wrote this after having her wisdom teeth removed, so she was probably hyped up on drugs. Be aware! Just a nice caveat for you all. Also, a Creepypasta is in here. Enjoy!

Hello everyone! Sorry I haven't been on for a while. This is just a random story I wrote for my best friend when she was taking a trip to Germany. Now bear with me please because I haven't read it in almost a year, and I just wanted to post it to see what you all thought. Enjoy! :)

A small Haiku... Just a small drabble...

this is my own creepypasta creation a quiet town that is plagued by an unspeakable evil will John and Tim survive the night?

All hell will break loose when you go outside as the storm comes in.

In this story i want the reader to try and figure out who jack is by the end of this fan fic ENJOY

A Creepypasta/Marble Hornets fanfiction. May contain possible romance, and who that will be between is for you to find out. This is a POV that will be split between mainly two characters, maybe more, and may change person/perspectives every now and then. Can be considered horror/adventure/romance/suspense/supernatural/bullshit. Rated M for language and possible sexual references.

Made up this story two years ago while watching Face off. Story made based off the phobia of Ommetaphobia (fear of eyes).

Because the ones who love you the most, are sometimes the ones who have the biggest secrets to hide.

Laughing Jack is bored. In his time sulking in Fender Woods, he comes across someone unexpected. Jeff the Killer x Laughing Jack (one-sided, hint...more fluff than anything). Rated M to be safe

For those who feel life isn't worth living, beware the siren's song of the water demon, they feed off of human misery.

Hell Jacker; that's me, 19 years old; with cursed/gifted eyes, long hair and only want to turn this world into a more colorful place. My transformation and travel through a fun hell made me what I have become today, all thanks to Jeff the Killer, the one creepypasta who'd I'd do anything for him, or so I thought...

Avril was never a innocent girl. Though she may sound like it and look like it, she's not. Avril can put people to sleep forever by a song in her voice. You may hear it for 20 seconds, but after that, you won't be hearing anything else. Her voice sounds like a little girl singing innocently, but she's not. (Jeff The Killer, Slenderman, Ben Drowned, Eyeless Jack, Jane The Killer)

Her cold heart would burn at last. 1 shot hope you like it :)

A girl lives with her friend. A boy stalks a girl that lives with her friend. Ten years before. A boy runs away from home. A girl's parents leave her home alone. A boy kills his parents and goes to a house. This boy is Jeff. This girl is Raven. This is present day. (Jeff the killer X OC)

Just a back story and some info. I may not always use her background, and this is mostly just for non crossovers. I don't own any of the creepypastas. (Mentioned Technoflameshipping) M because of creepypasta, and violence. Long One Shot.

This is just a journal I'm keeping in order to record my thoughts, you never know what could happen to them, you know? Well my captors have been revealed, the most famous Creepypastas are holding me prisoner. I'm not sure why, and I probably don't want to. (Summary will be updated as story progresses. Creepypasta fanfic)

Go to sleep and meet your demon. (One-shot)

We are a beings of emotions, both good and bad. What happens, when you meet your emotions? how do you respond to them? I wrote my version, this is my first story of this kind, judge my work, and judge harshly, perfection doesnt come from itself

He'd take the butterfly and put it in a jar, laugh as it flutters in the poisons. Then he'd pin her to the corkboard, still twitching, under the label "The Wendy Bird". Jeff the Killer X OC

They say that in days past, the dark dragon of old destroyed the goddess who ruled the sky, her spirit disappearing, never to be seen again. Or at least, that is what we have been told...