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These are things that I have been keeping record of for... various reasons. I'm told not to share this but screw him he's not my father. It's my life and my experiences. I suppose you can call this horror but the most scariest part about it is that it's all real. No fakery. I only wish it was fake. So do yourself a favor and... enjoy what you have before it disappears. You have been warned... Welcome to my Hell.

These are things that I have been keeping record of for... various reasons. Im told not to share this but screw him he's not my father. It's my life and my experiences. I suppose you can call this horror but the most scariest part about it is that it's all real. No fakery. I only wish it was fake. So do yourself a favor and... enjoy what you have before it disappears. You have been warned...

You hated the world your father had left your mother for another women causing your mother to commit suicide. And now you have to live with your father and the woman who ruined your life not to mention her son who doesn't see you as his new sister.

When I finally had enough of my dads crap. Will I run away or kill him? And when I join a certain proxy will I fall in love. "Jeff do you love me?" "I will always be with you." warning: contains language, rape, abusive, self harm, ect.

Ever since the Pizza Plex burned down, you've been hearing these strange rumors about a monster that appears to students who are at school after sundown. But, these are obviously fake, and you gotta continue with your studies for graduation and the school play. One night, after being left alone after hours, you see him right there in front of you. At first, he wanted to kill you, but after being saved by him from your crazy classmate, you realize he might not be so bad. Sure, there's gonna be obstacles like, the new girl, a skeptical mom, a weird vendetta against flowers, and confusing feelings. But hey, at least you won't be alone.

Let's see... Where to begin the story. Ah! Let's start from here shall we?. Loneliness. That was all that I felt. Father cheating, mother acts as if it's normal. I was a werid child since young, kept telling people my ' friends' had so-called- tentacles. To fill the void in me, I become a killer named the mad hatter. Cause truly, I was mad. Edit : I just realized that the numbers I label my chapters are wrong ... WELL LOOKS LIKE I'M GONNA HAVE TO EDIT THIS NOW 😃

You have been planning murder since you got sent to your foster parents they were horrible people and only your neighbor kept you sane while you were there but he moved away years ago and is presumed to be dead. I don't own any pictures they belong to their rightful owners.

A little girl. No older than 3. Abandoned in the forest and left to die by her parents. The only thing she had was her family scrapbook and a stuffed animal. Befriended the beast called The Rake that day. She ate some poisonous berries by accident and almost died. Her new friend hollered to the being known as Slenderman. They saved her life and brought to their mansion, where she met more funny, weird, and creepy friends called "creepypastas." 13 years later, a new creepypasta comes by and they become the best of friends. His name is Toby Rogers. Otherwise known as Ticci Toby. Together, Toby helps find her find birth parents to get payback. After that, she starts developing a crush on the twitching boy. Why is this all so important to you? You are that girl.

You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock. There are no footprints in the snow... It's his reflection. The story is called Home Alone. These are just some Creeypasta's. These Creepypastas do not belong to me, all rights reserved to the rightful owners. Read them if you want, I don't care.

They say love can conquer all. They say that love heals all wounds from the past and makes you feel beautiful. They say that the love of a parent is something great because a child was made from love that two people shared. I say that love doesn't exist. I never knew the love of a father, nor a boyfriend. My wounds were deep, and I was sure that no one wanted a scarred female that learnt the evils of the world at a young age. But then, I met him at the age of ten. And, in secret I fell in love with boy that would become a billionaire, hiding my past behind a fake smile and swearing to never tell what had happened to me.