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Ivy Alex Munroe, AKA Secret CreepyPasta OC
Name: Ivy Alex Monroe
Age: 17-19 in appearance, but is a little over 100 in reality.
Hight: 6' 1"
Zodiac Sign: Ares
Ethnicity: Mix, but turned out pale
Species: Homosapian, matured- Shadow dweller, Fire speaker.
Favorite Color: Midnight blue
Mother: Maria Anita Pabilo
Father: Felix Logan Monroe
Personality: Shy and quiet when you don't know her. When you do, she has a free spirit and doesn't like to be told what to do.
Friends: Slenderman, Smile Dog, Masky, Hoodie, Eyeless Jack, and Ticci Toby
Enemies: Zalgo, Rake
Likes: Drawing, Music, playing, reading, anime, manga
Dislikes: Rude people, idiots driving, haters
Hobbies: Sitting out side enjoying the sun when it's not to hot, drawing, playing on a computer
Weapons Choice: Shadows
In a Relationship: unknown
Famous Quote: Always believe in yourself, never give in and I promise
Life With A Secret (pt. 3) [creepy pasta]"I see... What else can you remember? Anything?"
"It was a memory I wish I'd never remembered..." She said quietly.
"Oh? This sounds interesting." Suddenly the voice is much closer than before, laced with excitement. "Please, continue. I'd love to hear your story..." A tear streams down Ivy's face.
"My parents deliberately left me here when I was little. Just for calling Alex. I was just scared because they took me here and they took me in do deep. When I tried to follow them out, my dad hit me. He told me to stay. Everything was so dark. They left me. I waited for who knows how long, until I decided to start home. Thing was, I didn't know how to get back. I swore I was going in circles. So then I got the idea to leave my only source of warmth here as a marker. I never got it back because I found my way out. But the entire time, I felt like someone was watching me. I've never slept without my lamp off since then or my dagger next to my bed. I've been so... Distant. Except for when I'm
Life With A Secret (pt. 9) [creepy pasta]"Ah. So, do you think I'd become a proxy?"
The girl blinked. This question was unexpected. "...Why...? To whom?"
"I don't know. With Slenderman on my ass, don't you think it'd have to mean something?"
"He could be hunting..." She trailed off. "Slenderman? So you DO know his name? Interesting..."
"Like I said, somethings came back. And the others are Masky and Hoody."
"Hmm..." The girl taps her chin thoughtfully, and then sighs. "I really want to read the rest of your story... But I can't if it hasn't happened...!" She sounds incredibly frustrated and disappointed, huffing and crossing her arms with a pout. "This is why I hate reading series until they're finished."
Ivy gives a chuckle. "I'm sorry... If you want, I can tell you how I got my nick name."
"Nickname?" Her interest is perked. "Hmm, you mentioned that... A secret nickname, I believe that's how you referred to that..." She smiled sweetly and nodded. "That would be very nice."
"My nickname is secret. Like, that's what it is."
Life With a Secret [creepy pasta]Ivy sat on a rock by a stream, were sun snuck through spots in the trees, looking around and sketching in a small, black book. As a soft breeze rustled the trees, the leaves' shifting shadows revealed something shiny at the base of a nearby tree, glinting in the sudden exposure to sunlight.
As she looked around, Ivy saw something at the base of the tree, catching her attention. She got up and went over to it, setting her sketch book aside. It was a hardcover edition of the novel Holes, the cover wrapped in a shiny but beaten clear plastic sleeve. Stamped on the corner is the local library's seal.
"Huh, I've never seen this. How did this get out here?" She hated seeing a book outside like this. She was a book girl. That's how she got most of her inspiration, by reading stories. She picked the book up and dusted some dirt off the back. She went and sat back on the stone with the book in her lap. Something about the book seems different. Though it looks normal enough, it's as if some invi
Life With A Secret (pt. 2) [creepy pasta]Silence seemed to settle over the air once the book closed, the earlier atmosphere fading. For a moment, everything seemed just as it were before. No excitement, no anticipation, no pleading, the atmosphere had returned to its regular non-emotional state.
Then, a voice filled the air.
"I've collected enough stories of abuse for the time being, but the part about the 'secret nickname' is certainly intriguing."
The voice was feminine, a bit deep but certainly that of a teenager or young woman, and sounded rather emotionless though it had a hint of interest. What's more, it seemed to be emanating from the book.
"Huh? Who said that?" She said looking around.
"I did." The book suddenly seemed to grow heavier, its weight seeming to rapidly multiply. Within seconds it was almost as heavy as a human. Ivy set the book down is shock. As the book landed on the ground, it fell open and the pages began flipping wildly in a strange wind. No more words were spoken, the voice remaining silent. Eventua
CreepyPasta Friends- READ THIS NOWTo all my CreepyPasta friends, you will love my dad after this.
So me and my dad are watching Untamed and Uncut on netflix and it's one with an anaconda incident. We end up debating something about ways the people should have tried to get the thing to release it's jaws from the person's arm.
He said that the should have just killed it with a garden hoe. I told him that the snake still lives a long time afterwords. So I end up pulling up a video I found with a snake head. He said that was a little weird. I end up saying it's creepy. He knows that I like creepypasta, so he comments,
"Yes it's creepy... But is it Creepypasta?"
All in all, I ended up laughing my ass off.
link to video- http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SAQPZaFH3QY
The Tall Tree~Slenderman x Reader
There was always this one tall, lanky, weak, and old tree in your fenced-in back yard.
It was always there when you woke up.
It was always there when you played outside.
It was always there on rainy days.
But... It just stood there. Staring at you. Only, with no face.
You've asked his name many times, only you'd never get an answer. You tended to play with it. You had plenty of other friends, but it was special. He was someone who grew close to you. You tried to tell your parents about it, but they'd always say it was your imagination.
You knew it was more than that, though. You knew there was a bond between the two of you.
It was 12 years since you talked with it. He was still anonymous, and stayed mute. When you packed your things to leave to college, you saw a note on the same wrecked tree, though it wasn't there...
The Trust Game~Masky x Reader"If I could get everyone to make their merrily way over here, that would be spectacular!" Splendor called out in his usual bubbly mood as all the Pastas gradually took their time to circle around the smiling man. "I have begun to take notice that many of you are having trouble trusting each other... And so I have decided we play a fun game of where each of you will be partnered up with someone to fall back, and your partner catch you." He paused to wait for small reactions. "This should scientifically increase our trust issues." He adds.
There were grunts and groans of exhaustion. You listened in as he took of his hat and held it in front of himself, waiting for them all to drop an item into the hat that represents themselves. Sighing, you pulled out your (color) hair-tie and plopped it into the hat once it was your turn to drop something in.
After everyone had put something in, even Slenderman, everyone stood frozen before Splendor and he smiled, giving the hat a light shake bef
Creepy Sleepover~Eyeless Jack x Reader"Please? Slender won't let me stay at the manor because he's worried-"
"That you'll get back at Ben for what he did, yes, I know." You finished what Eyeless Jack was about to remind you.
Apparently, form what you understood, was that Ben was just being himself as always and did drew some inappropriate... Things, onto Eyeless Jack's mask. Since he had no mask on at the moment, it didn't bother you. You'd seen him before many times maskless. Desperately sighing, Eyeless Jack slouched. "Please?" He continued to implore.
You callously rolled your eyes and folded your arms ardently and signaled him in. "Fine, but you're sleeping on the floor." You ordered sternly.
Nodding, his sharp teeth were exposed as he grinned in ego. "Alright, is there anything to eat though?" He asked and immediately made himself at home.
You walked upstairs and yelled down in response; "There aren't any kidneys, but there's steak!" You assumed he would take that suggestion out of consideration. After all
Masky x Reader - Double Life 11
--- Few Months Later ---
You growled to yourself as you stormed through the forest, steam practically coming out of your ears as you made your way to the river side, where you would proceed to back track to the 'base'. Never before had you been so pissed off! Oh dare he do what he did!
Once you came to the river you ran down its coarse and up the rocky path till you were literally just going by your memory from months back. You were lucky you had even spotted the entrance let alone remembered where you were going or what it even looked like.
Without even knocking you stormed through the door startling BEN and Jeff who were sitting on the couch. In the room directly to the right. On instinct they both jumped to there feet, Jeff swinging knives and BEN floating off the ground, ready to attack if needed.
Once they realized it was you though the both lowered there weapons slightly, they both threw there weapons completely out the window when they c
Monster~Jeff the Killer x Reader (One-Shot!)A/N~ If you've read my Journal Entry "Anyone Else Agree?" then you know where the hell I got this title from. XD Anyways, I'm this out of my own will, not a request... I should be working on part two of that Masky x Reader x Hoodie lemon but I'm really not in the mood and I don't want to write a lemon when I'm not in a mood because then it won't turn out good, you guys won't like it, I won't like it, blah. So I'm just going to write this and getting this irk to write from my system! And I'm not going to use emoticons because in the reply... Wait, why the fuck should I tell you? XD The subm,ission problem with Sta.sh was I used too 'many' emoticons or something... Meh... Thanks to the songs "Raised By Wolves", "Caught Like a Fly", and "Game Over" by Falling in Reverse to help me write through this, go check 'em out! I made it short and SUPER fluffy. >.<
The sun darkened and began to slowly roll down the pale grey sky that was encrusted with a shimmery silver/grey horizon. A
Jeff the Killer x Reader Crack!OneshotGo down a few lines and read the title of the oneshot. If you're still interested, read on. If not, I hope you can find something else to to entertain you in the sparsely-populated wonderfully pathetic thing that is my gallery at the moment. Enjoy!
~Twinkies and Castration~
Picking up a flamboyant orange box of Reese's Puffs from the shelf of aisle 12, you place it in your basket and move on. A certain somebody in your household had recently fallen in love with the cereal, and demanded you buy him a box.
You didn't mind, really-it isn't hard to admit that every single one of the people at the house is your best friend, despite having only met them a month or two ago.
Every fangirl's dream.
You pull another item from the shelves as you hear a small rustle behind you, turning. Something pounces at you from behind a giant pyramid of cans-since when do they actually have these fucking things in grocery stores-and you swing your mos
Pranked (BFF!Hoodie x BFF!Prankster!Reader)Heart pounding.
Running through the woods, dodging limbs, trunks, and fallen logs. All to get away from him. Suddenly, you crouch and roll to a stop underneath an overhang of a stone slab, with a curtain of slowly dying plant life to keep hidden by. Steadying your breathing, you cover your mouth to keep quiet, and listen for something, anything that might give away your position, or warn you of anything coming. Once your breathing was under control, you slowly pull out your phone to check that all sounds were off, which was still on silent from when you turned it down earlier, and watch the screen out of the corner of your eye for any static erupting onto the screen.
A hand suddenly covers your mouth, silently startling you. Turning around the best you could, you huff and take the hand off of your mouth and whisper annoyed, "Did you have to startle me like that, Hoodie?"
The said man shrugged in response, and asked quietly, "Who and how
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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