Okay, so this is my first ever Creepypasta writing, so please feel free to express ways I can improve through the comments. Even if it is something negative, because I really want to become better as a writer. Thanks!:3

Oh, and this one is loooooong...

Slenderman

"Alright, (Y/n), Truth or Dare?"

You looked up at the ceiling, away from the other five people playing the game at your house, trying to find the best one for this turn.

You had safely chosen Truth everytime that it was your turn, an idea that turned out to be wise every time, as the dares started getting more and more dangerous. The last person to do a Dare had to jump off the roof, he was so lucky he had landed on a bush, but not-so-lucky to see that it was a rose bush. You could still see him trying to wrap his legs with bandaids.

Perhaps you should stick with Truth, you would really rather not be covered in rose thorns. But then there were your whiny friends...

"Why don't you ever choose Dare, (Y/n)? Picking a Dare is like choosing an adventure, it's exciting. You're so boring,"said the boy who had finished with the rose bandages.

You glared at him, he thought you were boring? No one likes to be insulted. Naturally, you got mad. And like any mad person, you snapped, it's a regular human thing. That idiot, you'll show him just how boring you are.

Your head snapped towards the person who asked you Truth or Dare,"Dare! And hit me with your best shot!"

That person, who happened to be a girl with short blonde hair, smiled before going into thought. Several looks passed through the girl's face. First being concentration, realization, and finally, this emotion made you backtrack a little, evil...

In merely seconds, the girl started to let a large smirk take over her petite features, that was when you started to panic and was painfully reminded of why you always choose Truth.

Choosing Dare isn't like choosing an adventure. It's like choosing the way you would die.

You didn't know what the hell that girl was thinking, but you knew it was going to be ugly.

"(Y/n), I Dare you to go out into the woods for ten minutes, when it's dark, with only a flashlight."

Crap. You and your stupid temper. You should've said Truth.

Goodbye, world.

Jeff the Killer

You flew out the front doors of your boring-as-hell school happily, quite obvious actually, because you were shouting,"FREEDOM~", as you ran.

People stared at you strangely, or dove out of the way, as you ran home, your hands oustretched like a little kid's.

You were known for being an enthusiastic-and childish, especially childish- teenager. One of the few special in the always-serious town you lived in. You were the one that brought the-let's call it- color into the world.

But the weekend, oh the weekend, it was like having Christmas every week for you.Your enthusiasm for the weekend truly amazed- more like...freaked out- the neighbors. But really, you didn't do much during the weekend, simply doing that oh-so-beautiful thing called sleep.

Yep. You were the kind of person who loved to sleep. You couldn't just wait to jump into your (f/c) covers, and snore the whole weekend away.

You finally reached your home, you swung the door open, happily announcing,"Hello everybody, your amazing daughter is here today!"

You were greeted by silence, for which you groaned, remembering that your parents were gone for the weekend,"A perfectly amazing greeting wasted. Again."

The fact that your parents never have time for you is always the best way to make you feel miserable. Always work, work, work, and never any time left over for (Y/n) (L/n). It's like you were some sort of pet and not their daughter.

You looked up at the clock in the kitchen, it was far too early to sleep, even though you really wanted to, so you simply set down your backpack near the front door, and made your way to the couch. Maybe a movie will make you feel better...

BEN drowned

You stared helplessly at the jumble of wires that you have created in less than twenty minutes. You sighed, feeling defeated from the fact that you couldn't get a single one of the game consoles plugged into your room TV.

Your cousin was going to college in a few days, and he used to be a serious gamer, seriously, that dude must have been playing longer than he could walk.

But with college, he decided that he would actually want to graduate, and he started taking his education seriously, but he couldn't sell all of his consoles for personal reasons. So, instead, he handed them all to you. And there was a lot of them.

Your cousin had given you an Xbox360, a PlayStation 2, a Wii, (How the heck your broke cousin got his hands on that one is a mystery to you.) and all of them were lost in a jumble of wires. Well, all except one.

You looked closely at the Nintendo64, it looked fairly easy to plug into the TV. And to your absolute surprise and triumph, you had it installed in less than five minutes.

"YES, I got it baby,"you shouted, pumping a hand into the air in a tiny victory dance.

Now, you had to play something, this was supposed to be the easy part, but it actually wasn't for you. While your cousin's life had practically revolved around holding a controller in hand, you had never, ever held a controller in your life. Unless you count the TV controller.

But other than that, you had no experience with gaming whatsoever, but there had to be a first time for everything, right?

You looked through piles of boxes, which were stacked up to the ceiling of your room, until you came upon one of the boxes labled 'N-64', presumably for 'Nintendo64'. Of which you were correct, but something caught your eye as soon as you opened the box.

There, in the furthest corner of the box was a video game your cousin had never spoken of. Legend of Zelda.

You furrowed your eyebrows, your cousin always talked like crazy about his video games, how he killed over two hundred in Call of Duty on his first try, how he had escaped all the cops in Grand Theft Auto, how he captured Specter in Ape Escape, (I'm sorry, I liked that game when I was little...) but he never mentioned anything about a legendary Legend of Zelda game.

You decided that your cousin simply forgot, it wouldn't be the first time that's happen. You took the game into your hand and read the full name of the game on the box as you placed the game itself into the cartridge.

Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask...

Eyeless Jack

"And stay in your room, you little bitch,"shouted your step-father, as you ran up the stairs towards your room, tears in your eyes. Angry for calling you such a name, you shouted in the direction your step-father was in,"I'm going to tell the police about this, you bastard!"

As soon as you heard angry steps going in your directions, you regretted saying that. Terrified, you slammed the door, and locked it, looking around for something to barricade the door with, finding that the only thing that could possibly have a chance at holding back that furious man was your bed.

Quickly, you went on one side of the bed and started pushing the bed towards the door. It was heavy,which was both a good and bad thing.

Good, because you were sure that even your drunk step-father couldn't get through it. Bad, because you had to hurry in order for you to have a chance at surviving his fury, and the weight was not helping.

You put all your weight towards pushing the bed, and it completely blocked the bottom half of your door, just as the heavy door slams began.

"You fugging bish,"the man shouted, his words becoming more and more slurred by the second,"Ai swear Ai'll kill ya..."

You stayed on the side of the bed from where you had pushed it from, breathing heavily, you couldn't tell if it was from fear or from exhaustion. Perhaps both.

You felt tears flow down quickly, streaming almost as you heard your step-father call you terrible names.

Your step-father hadn't always been so heartless and cruel, he used to be like a dad should have been, caring for you, taking you to the park, teaching you how to ride a bike, always showing up for a special school occasion... But that changed on the day you went with your mother to get you a birthday present on the day you were turning twelve.

You were innocently driving through the streets, laughing at silly little jokes you told eachother, when a navy blue Mercedes swerved the wrong way and crashed straight into your car.

She had died later that week. Your step-father had really loved your mother, and as soon as he glared at you as you lay in your hospital bed, you knew he blamed you for her death.

You wept yourself to sleep, thinking about your mother.

Hoodie

Cautiously, you opened the bathroom door and peeked around the closest row of lockers.

Empty, no teenagers lingering around their lockers, no football jocks around...

You sighed, relieved, as you left the school bathroom and made your way quickly to the school's exit.

To regular people, it would have been just weird to hide out in the bathroom after the whole school was dismissed, but to you it was a necessary thing to do.

For the first few years of your education, you had managed to keep up your studies well. Not exactly a straight A student, more like a straight B student. You even had a few friends then.

But then you arrived in middle school, and suddenly, everyone found it amusing to tease you, make rude remarks on your appearence, and to trip you as you walked innocently by. And that is only listing the least of what they did to you as you advanced in school.

It was a painful thing to go through, but you learned to keep a very low profile in school. You were basically invisible to everyone in this highschool, but truthfully, you would rather not take a chance.

You rubbed slightly at the scars on your wrists under the sleeves of your sweater, some of the memories of your freshman year in highschool coming back. You shivered at the thought.

The school's front exit creaked slightly with a tiny whoosh of wind as you passed through. You made your way down the highschool steps quickly.

The change from the musky, stinky air of the bathroom to the clear, outside air was amazing. It felt good to be outside. You smiled,"What to do now?"

There wasn't really anywhere else to go, things at home weren't any better than in school. You had two brothers who spent their time ignoring the existance of you, the younger sibling, and your parents argued a lot. They tried their best to get along, but the tension that builds after every fight just doesn't make it any easier.

You sighed at the thought of returning home afterschool, walking in on your parents arguing again, but suddenly, an idea came to mind. You smiled, you have a little bit of time left before you had to go home. Thirty-eight minutes, to be exact.

With a sort of new energy, you bounced off the curb of the highschool sidewalk. Your backpack slapping your back as you hopped to the other side of the street, and continuing on, making your way merrily to the park.

Masky

You watched anxiously as the spoon went in between your mother's lips. She was a bit hesitant to do so, but into the mouth it went anyways. You flinched a bit, completely expecting your mother to grimace in disgust and hightail it to the bathroom, as she had done so before, but to your amazement, she didn't do such.

Your mom chewed for a second, as if she was scared to do even that, then her (e/c) eyes lit up, as she took another spoonful of the cheesecake you had made. "Wow, (Y/n), this is actually really good,"Said your mom, helping herself to a few more spoonfuls of the cheesecake.

You laughed as your mom prepared to take another scoop, but you moved away the plate, and the cheesecake, just before it penetrated the smoothish surface. Instead, your mom's spoon collided with the table you had been using, your mom stared at her now-disheveled spoon and pouted.

You giggled, wagging your index finger while your free hand lay protectively around your precious cheesecake,"No Mom. This cheesecake is for the Baked Goods contest for school tomorrow."

Your mom groaned, her hungry eyes looking only at the cheesecake,

"Screw the contest, I want that cake. It's probably the only good one you'll ever make."

You rolled your eyes, grabbing a smooth knife to cut off the pieces that your mom ate out of,"Thanks for the encouragement, mom."

Though, you have to admit, your mother may be right. For the past, oh, three weeks, give or take, you had been baking cheesecake, with your mom as your guinea pig. All those attempts were failures, having them all burned in one way or another, One was perfectly fine on the outside, but all charred and black on the inside. You still don't know what happened there. But you were determined to get a perfect cheesecake, and here you are, one beautiful cheesecake made just in time for the Baked Goods contest.

You sighed, feeling very accomplished as you finished carving the cheesecake into the shape you wanted.

You turned to glare at your mom,"Mom, I swear, if you take even half a bite of this cheesecake, I will ground you."

Your mom sighed, staring longingly at the cheesecake,"You really know how to kill a mom's mood.

You smirked, placing a see-through glass cover for the cheesecake, and setting it on the counter,"Not as much as I know how to kill someone who tries to eat my cake."

Laughing Jack

The carnival had never been the place you really liked. The loud noises that seemed to come from everywhere were more like gunshots in your opinion. The flashing lights were surely made to make innocent onlookers blind from the inside out. But the worst thing about a carnival was, and always will be, the clowns. Those obnoxiously multi-colored freaks with huge wart-like noses and furry hairdos were just terrible. The very thought of seeing those rainbow-barfed creatures made your blood run cold and sent lightning shivers up your spine.

Yep, they were that bad.

So, why exactly were sitting on a bench right outside a bright and colorful carnival, your back hunched a bit, and your IPod clenched tightly in your hand?

I'll tell you why, your best friend since you were six had invited you to go to that stinking carnival.

Normally, you would have refused, but then your friend did something totally unfair. They bribed you with the one thing you can never turn down.

Candy.

A yearning to taste a bit of those yummy pieces of heaven erupted immediately into your very soul, and you had shouted,"Yes!"

So, here you are, sitting in this bench, listening to music on your IPod while you wait for your friend. Most importantly your candy.

"When will they get here,"you wonder out loud. You have been here for a little over a half-hour, where was your friend?

Your IPod started vibrating violently in your hand, you jumped a bit at the sudden motion, but you relaxed when you saw it was a text from that friend who made you come here. Eagerly, you clicked on the text and read.

Hey (Y/n)! Listen, I'm so sorry, but I can't come to the carnival tonight. I'm grounded, and I think my parents don't want me to hang out with you anymore. They don't like someone who can't go to a carnival alone. No hard feelings, right? Bye. Sorryxxx

No hard feelings? You gripped the IPod tightly.

You felt betrayed! Your friend, well, ex-friend, tricked you into coming to the one place you absolutely hated, giving you false hope about getting something you'd really like, then ditching you there. That little-

"Bitch,"you shouted furiously into the IPod. (Sorry for making you cuss! ^^") The bench suddenly wasn't very appealing anymore, much less the carnival.

In red-hot fury, you marched away from the spot you were in. You didn't really care where the heck you were going.

You would so rather hang out with a clown than that jerk you had called your friend.

Ticci Toby

You stared impatiently at the clock in the corner of the restaurant you worked at. Every minute seemed to purposely tick as slowly as humanly possible and you groaned, tapping on the front counter with your fingertips.

Tick...Tick...Tick...Tick

The minute hand inched another centimeter towards the time your shift ends, 9 P.M. Just two minutes away...!

You drummed your fingers five more times before deciding to just get ready to leave. It wasn't like the restaurant was bursting in business anyway, at least not tonight.

You went to the back of the restaurant to get your bag, it was all you ever brought with you to work.

You found it resting securely on a table that your fellow workers would use to put their own stuff in, or to just lounge around all day.

You got your (f/c) bag when one of your fellow workers- J.C. was it? (If that is a name you aren't comfortable with, feel free to change it.)-came up to your side, giving you a friendly smile.

"Hey, (Y/n), your going to leave right now, right,"asked J.C. Concern filling the guy's features.

You rolled your eyes. "No, I was actually considering trying to camp out here tonight. Of course I'm leaving, I have school tomorrow,"you replied sarcastically. You were still in school with a job, sure, but your family needed the money. You couldn't exactly complain, else you'd lose the only job you have.

J.C. raised his hands in mock surrender,"Dude, I just wanted to make sure you'll be okay. There's a rumor of some murderer going around town."

You laughed, stuffing the restaurant uniform vest and your nametag into your bag and zipping it closed. "Stupid. Why would a murderer come after me? Out of all the other people in the city?"

J.C. raised an eyebrow,"Because the killer will always go after the girls. Especially at night."

You smirked,"Yeah right. Well, see ya next week!"

You took a confident stride towards the front door, and was just about to shut the door behind when you hear J.C.'s voice ring out,"Don't say I didn't warn you! And if you get killed, can I have your next paycheck?"

You glared at the worker, before sticking out your tongue,"In your dreams, sucker. And I won't get killed by some rumored 'killer'. Bye!"

You closed the door just as the clock in the corner gave it's last few ticks to 9 o'clock.

Tick Tick Tick Tic!

Sorry for being so long...!

**People say that monsters don't have hearts.

They Lie.**