Creepypastafangirl01

You eyed the closet. You couldn't see it in the dark- but you knew well enough exactly where it was. The years of your childhood spent staring at that same, black space in your room. Waiting for that inevitable creature. That "delusion", "your eyes playing tricks on you". Were you under the boot of some only-nightly, psychotic illness? Did your brain make things up and manifest these completely nonexistant images to your retina? Sure seemed it. Visions of trepidity, seeing things that were not real in the dark were common among children, but for it to continue and seep into your young adulthood was... embarassing. Though, you certainly did

   “Ow, my head… What the heck happened?” I complain as I struggle to sit up on the pavement, where I ended up somehow. Rubbing the back of my head, I look around to find out, what hit me, only to be met with a plethora of screams and crying.     “Get those kids out of here!” a commanding voice thunders over the noise.     A couple of people emerge from the crowd, leading a group of pale, shaking and crying children with them.     “Excuse me, ma’am, but what is going on?” I ask an elderly lady in front of me, but she completely ignores me. “Jeez, no need to be rude, ya know!” I

AN ~ Lyrics in *asterisks* ---------------------------------- *Hold on, darling This body is yours, This body is yours and mine* "It's not fair!", you scream in the depths of your mind as you collect the remainders of your food still on the floor of the cafeteria. Someone had tripped you as you walked toward the corner table you sit at everyday, solo. Someone walked past and kicked some of the spilled juice in your face causing you to drop the tray of food you'd recently cleaned up and clap your hands onto your face. "Is she crying? Oh my god I think she is! How pathetic.", a girl says from nearby. You will NOT cry in front of these people

'oh man. Oh man. Oh man. Who's gonna pick me? I really hope it isn't someone weird! Or him! Especially him! Wait, why worry about him? He isn't here. I don't see him. Y-Yeah. H-He's probably too busy with watching all his animes.' "SOLD~! For. . . well i'll have to figure out how much this is in American dollars, but either way thank you Strider!" 'Wait-Strider?! Which Strider!? Oh god please don't be-' Your internal panic is halted once you see those signature triangle shades walking your way. Then it's shifted into overdrive. Why? Well, "Hey _____." "Oh, h-hey . . . .Dirk." You've got a crush on him. It's a pretty big one too. You've

_(y/n)_ sat in history class bored. Just like every other day. She was finger drumbing on her desk, trying the best she could to pick up on the bickering that was going on behind her. She knew who was arguing, just by listening to the distinct personalities. She could hear the seemingly stoned voice, and the aggresive 'fuck-ass' being repeated, over....and over. It was Gamzee and Karkat, again. you know that they're morails. But they argued every day it seemed. And karkat was trying to whisper yell, but failed at it. With the words he was using, the fact your monotone teacher didn't call him out already suprised you. "Karbro just calm down.