Description
Almost all her life, y/n had been treated like shit. Her mother was horrible to her and she had problems on her writing app, Wattpad. She was stuck with her mother and she couldn't do anything about it. She chose to go on day and night with the same endless screaming, beatings, and abusive punishments. She wouldn't let her inner-self and thoughts come out and speak for themselves. It was like she was trapped inside of her own self. No one understood how she felt, no one understood how she made herself feel better, and no one knows about the bloodthirsty thoughts that race in her mind. No one, that is, except for her best friend, Tiffinee Nickson. She and Tiffinee know everything there is to know about the famous creepypastas, and both were addicted to them. So many people said that they were fake, but y/n and Tiffinee know that they are real, and both longed to meet one of them and become one of Slenderman's proxies. The creepypastas are also the only people that y/n believe would truly understand what she felt, and what she was going through. Little did the girls know, that there wish would soon be granted, and that y/n would possibly find her true family and friends. But is y/n right about them understanding her, or has she and Tiffinee found their way to a nest of cold-blooded murderers? DISCLAIMER: This book is real cringe and cliche. I began it when I was 12 and then continued it two years later so it's pretty bad. I honestly treat it like a crack fanfic, but that's not what it is. Alright, this has been your fair warning about the cringy dangers that lurk inside this book. Enjoy! (If you can)
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