Creepypasta-X-Reader

 Chapter 1 Memories Of You “The truth." Dumbledore sighed. "It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.”   ~J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone There is no person that love cannot heal; there is no soul that love cannot save. ~Carlos Santana When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done, help me leave behind some reasons to be missed... And don't resent me, and when you're feeling empty.......Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest... ~Linkin Park Leave Out All The Rest Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open

  "This isn't Sponge Bob..." You found yourself muttering as you stared at the TV in the front room of your house before glancing at the clock on the wall, running your hand through your (h/l), (h/c) hair, sighing. You had skipped school today not really because you were sick, you just did not feel good enough to go, you had kind of hoped Sponge Bob, which was normally on at this time, would help. What greeted you instead was a talking claymation red apple with bright, baby blue eyes and green lips, pulled into a kind smile. You decided to check out the info on the show and found it was called "Happy Appy", a description which seemed to fit t

    Silence filled the crowded room, no one willing to speak up at the sudden request. You wrung your hands together in your lap, hoping you didn't appear as nervous as you felt inside. Eventually, a quiet voice broke the silence. "I suppose I could give her my gift." A small, some what shy voice said. You smiled slightly, immediately recognizing who had spoken.    Guided by unknown, the pasta known as Lost Silver seemingly materialized out of a cluster of killers. A small box with a blue bow floated up next to him, thanks to the Pokemon. You rose to your feet from your spot on the couch and glanced around. Dozens upon dozens of pairs of ey

*WARNING STRONG LANGUA ‘Cheesecake~’ you thought as you walked into the Cheesecake market, yeah it was nighttime and your friend told you not to go because there were killers on the loose, but eh, who cares? I mean it’s not like you were going to killed, right? I mean what are the chances a killer would choose you out of all the people in your hometown. Well, the chances weren’t as slim as you thought. As soon as you walked out of that cheesecake market, a man with a feminine mask ran forwards you. “HOLY JESUS CHRIST!! IT’S FUCKING MASKY!!  SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT!!” You yelled and ran the opposite dire

Y/N woke up to the feeling of saliva dripping on her face. She quickly sat up and wiped it off. "Eeew! Ew! Smiley! That wasn't nice!" The little girl squeaked as she wiped her hands on the blankets and pouted at Smile dog. All he did was bark at her and lick her face. "Hey! Cut it out Smiley! What's the deal anyway?" She laughed and shoved the dog off her. It only took her a few minutes to realize what day it was today. It was a very very special day after all. How could she forget this one? "Oh! Oh! It's my birthday!" Y/N grinned as she got out of bed and jumped a bit in excitement. Smile wagged his tail at her and barked at her, she of cou

                                                                                                                                 Chapter One (1) (Y/n)  =   Your name (L/n)  =   Last name (F/f)  =   Favorite food (H/c)  =  Hair color (H/l)  =  Hair length [Redacted]   =  You get to Choose! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------       Monthly Report       Subject: D4895     &       D50

You woke up the next day in a cold sweat. You are rarely that scared from a dream and usually you can remember what it was that caused you so much fear in your dream. Even if said thing isn't actually scary after you are up. This time, however, you couldn't remember a thing from that dream. You try to shrug it off, assuming that it probably wasn't anything serious anyway, and get dressed and ready for the long, lonesome day that comes with the only one with no school or job in the house. You check the time to see that Jerold would've already left for school by then. The silence throughout the house confirmed this in your mind, so you simply

As you walk through some abandoned farmland, lost, you suddenly see a sign that reads, “Beware, traveler, the Wendigo stalks these fields.” As you finish reading the sign, a sudden chill overwhelms you and you rub your shoulders, trying to get warm. Without any warning, an old Native American man seemingly appears as he walks out from some bushes. Startled, you back up quickly, but the man grabs you roughly by the shoulders. He looks you over and says, “Are you alone?” Not trusting this man, you stutter and he shakes your shoulders and says, “Are you alone?!” Intimidated, you nod quickly and stutter “