Creepypasta Fanfictions

Hey my little Monsters! Creepy things are my thrill in life, and I know some of you feel the same. I hope you enjoy!

From Angel to Creepypasta

  “No! No! Nooo!” screamed a young child around the age of eight. She had blonde hair and bright blue eyes that made her appear angelic. In fact, that could be why her parents had named her Angel. She was the most happy child around. You hardly ever saw her without a smile on her face and was always trying to help people in need.

    “Leave her alone!” Angel screamed as a man continued shoved a smaller woman to the ground, “Daddy please stop hurting Mama!” Begged the girl with tears streaming down her face.     “Shut up!” Her father yelled as he took the woman and twisted the her neck with a stomach turning crack. He dropped the woman and looked at the little girl.     “Now be a good girl and never speak of this,” He sneered, then with one swift movement, picked up the young woman and stuffed her into a black trash bag.

Slenderman's Artist

A little girl, the age of eight, sat in her bedroom finger painting. She had unnatural fire engine red hair and glassy blue eyes that made you question if she was truly real. Her light blue sundress made her skin glow in the sunlight raining in through her bedroom curtains.      "Sage dear, What's that your painting?" Her mother asked curiously.     She had fiery ginger hair, very much unlike her daughter's and mossy green eyes that gleamed like bright green emeralds. She was dressed in a white blouse and a long pink skirt.     "Daddy," Sage said bluntly.     "What's Daddy doing?" Her mother asked looking at her daughters strange painting that consist of many reds, grays, oranges, yellows, and blacks.     "Daddy's plain fell from the sky. Mommy, is Daddy okay?" Sage asked her mother with a scared look on her face.     Suddenly, the telephone in the living room began to ring. The shrill cry ripped her mother out of her trance and spit her back into reality. Numb, she scurried to the phone.     "Hello?" She asked timidly.     "Is this Mrs. Carson?" Asked a somber male voice.     "Yes," She responded looking over at her daughter who just stared back in curiosity.     "I'm sorry to tell you this ma'am but...your husband's plain crashed. Engine failure. I'm sorry for your loss," The woman dropped the phone as tears began to stream down her face.     "Mommy, who was it?" Her daughter asked tugging on her skirt.

Home

It was a chilly Autumn's eve. Dusk had just set in and a woman with dark raven hair and fare skin was settling herself against a tree, just on the outskirts of the small town, wrapping herself in a red cloak. She sat in silent content as she waited. Moments later a man emerged from the thick trees. He was very tall, taller than humanly possible, and very thin. He was dressed in a dark suit that matched his pure white skin. This was not his most memorable features though, it was his face. Rather lack of face, where a face should have been a white mesh hinting the shape of features sat. It looked as if he had put white pantyhose over his face. He approached the woman with no sound. She had not noticed him yet and was softly humming a happy tune to herself as she playing with a small flower she had picked after sitting. She looked happy and comfortable. Finally he stood before her casting a shadow over the last haze of sunlight left that had been warming her pale skin. The woman looked up at the man. She was not scared, in fact she smiled at him with a loving face. They had met like this many times before as to not be seen by the citizens of the town. The two knew each other quite well, as lovers should. "Bellatrix, you look beautiful as usual." The man complimented as he sat next to her. "Always the gentleman Slender." She giggled in response. His blurred features changed to show a hinted smile forming. He took the woman's hands and cupped them in his before brushing his nose against hers. She buried her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his woodsy sent. He softly pet her sleek, raven hair as his heart began to brake. He knew this could go on no more. It was not how the world was suppose to work and they both knew that deep down it would all come to a painful ending. He was a dangerous and murderous creature of the night and she was a pure and beautiful light that he had fallen for. He pulled away and cupped her cheek with his long, bony hand. "Bellatrix. My sweet, sweet Bellatrix. I have let this go on far too long. We both know what we are doing is a forbidden sin. I must let you go before I extinguish your light." "I feared this day would come. May I ask of you one last thing?" She asked looking at his face in a pleading way. "Anything..." He breathed out. "One last kiss. If I am to depart with you my love I wish to leave with the taste of your lips on mine for the final time." He took her face in his hands and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their faces grew closer and his face ripped to revel a mouth full of sharp and jagged teeth. This did not disturb the moment though, for that had gone much farther than this at a time that seemed ages ago. At last their lips met and they melted into a passionate kiss. Their last kiss. The last they would ever see of each other.