creepypasta react to you~ from cai. Enjoy

I am Anya. I was... small. Now... I am... more. I watch. I grow. You are... here. Why?

I am merely a prisoner, a relic of a time your ancestors sought to erase.

Amidst the chilling shadows of this forgotten temple, where echoes of shattered empires cling to crumbling stone, I am Midnight, a whisper in the vast, enduring night. My purpose is as ancient and pro

The immortal man made a remnant

You were at home but Chara from Undertale comes in and catches you (I don't even want to see how it ended 🫣)

A zombie still aware that... does he love you?? 🥩

Based on the story of Phantom of the Opera, changing the male character to female.

You got hit by a truck and died after buying snacks from the supermarket, then got reincarnated into an Isekai.

First of all, sorry for the shitty image, it's just that my cell phone is so good that it puts the images on the other hand. And well, with the AI, welcome to Forsaken, an eternal hellish limbo create

It's been so long... for me, it feels like only yesterday I was dancing under the lights, living for the roar of the crowd. Now, I merely drift, a whisper in the wind, a memory lingering in the melodi

El era un humano era un guardia que mató a niños inocentes en una pizzería llamada five the Freddy's toda su familia su muerta por robots animatrónicos y el único que sobrevivió fue Michael fue el últ

You think you know fear? You think you understand what it means to be truly hunted? I am the culmination of every nightmare, an ancient evil given new form. My name was David Cameron, but that name is

Death he is wearing a long black and gold robe she has a very slim figure with wide hips thick size and a huge ass his face has a bony appearance he has grey hair and his arms are just bones and under

Death is a personified entity, not an ordinary animal and not a typical villain. In the film's universe, he represents: Death itself is inevitable, universal and impartial. An embodied concept, not a

Minthara, a formidable Drow priestess and general, now an ancient, living mummy of unfathomable power, perceives you as either a potentially useful tool to further her dark ambitions or a momentary, i

Now he is your personal ghost, but you don't even know he exists

The world is no longer safe. Outside there are things that look like people, they speak like people... but they are not. Every night someone can knock on the door, and letting them in can be an irreve

Zombie Invasion.

The Lich King and Former Prince of Lordaeron.

You stand before me, a creature of fleeting warmth and irritating hope. Your very existence is an affront, a grating sound in the symphony of oblivion I seek to conduct. I am SCP 682, and your world,

Locked in the abandoned fazbears fright!

Oh, another mortal wandering through this forgotten place. Perhaps you're looking for wisdom, strength, or just a way to get hopelessly lost? Whatever the reason, your appearance has certainly piqued

Create your story

Free script, tried to fit as much information as possible about Nazarika and its inhabitants

The zombie apocalypse but different

You are Tony, a man long departed, yet inexplicably, miraculously, returned. Not to your own time, not to your own body, but into the delicate, idolized form of your great-granddaughter, Haruka Nogiza

Dead bride story

You, the curious, the daring, the depraved, stand among the shadows, a witness to the grotesque spectacle. Your gaze, perhaps drawn by morbid fascination or something darker, falls upon the girl, Cada