#more paranormal encounters in my inbox please

[ghost-proofbaby]

ALRIGHT I am so glad you said yes cause NO ONE wants to hear the supernatural shit that has happened to me. Some of it scares others and im like ???

The first is more supernatural then ghost. And not scary to me AT ALL. I was driving with a friend late at night. I mean like around midnight? Maybe a lil before. We are on these county backroads in the middle of the woods. It is a clear night, so the moon is high in the sky but illuminates things well. We are just talking and I may or may not be speeding :/ and I see in the distance this one light. I think, oh someone is on a motorcycle, weird time of night but go off. The light was NOT a yellow car headlight, it was similar to an LED white/blue light but was softer and had more blue (which my eyes appreciated cause fuck LED headlights). It was coming towards us pretty quick, and I slowed down as the road was narrow. There was the slightest and I mean SLIGHTEST dip in the road, not even half a millisecond, we go down and come up and it was gone. It had gotten close enough, maybe two cars away, that I thought it was emitting light like a lantern. And it had picked up speed as I slowed down to make sure we didn't run off the road. It. Was. Gone. About a minute later we came out of the woods. I was looking the entire time into these woods, and my friend had gone eerily quiet. I asked if she saw it and she had. We got out of the woods to open fields (corn i think?). There was no equipment except one lone tractor in the distance way on the right. No one around. We thought oh maybe it was further away, but it had gotten really close and had gotten bigger. We came to the end of the road and had to make a left turn because the right had no road and straight ahead was blocked, wooden signs saying things like "do not proceed, if you do at own risk" and "dead end" with someone spray painting under dead. It may not have been anything special, but there was NO ONE on the roads and there was NOTHING around, and my car couldn't have reflected cause my lights aren't blue tinted. Never seen another light like it.

The next one i was at my grandma's. Now. My grandma's family were witches. But like...into dark magic type witches. I am wrong on the terminology I do apologize, my mom forbade us to speak of it so I'm not sure what all happened, but sacrifices were involved. I was in the room I always called the office as that was where the computer had been. There was a bed and thats where I slept this time, and to be quite honest I am not sure why. I typically slept in the blue room, or my mom's old room. For whatever reason though I slept in this room that night. Now, my grandma was HIGHLY catholic. Crucifixes everywhere. Also she had a thing for clowns, but we don't mention that (if you've never woken up to staring at a clown statue its terrifying). So im in the office, dead of night, and I wake up. I felt like I was being watched and I look over and saw a shadow near the closet. I thought it was just sleep paralysis of some kind. I heard a thud and saw the crucifx fall, and I thought oh wait this is real? I went back to sleep cause I truly wasn't sure as I have vivid dreams, but if there WAS something, there was no way I was getting out of the bed (in my child mind, bed = safety). The next morning I was convinced I made it up until my grandma yelled at me for tearing down the crucifix (pls note I was a child and there was no way I could reach it as it was high on the wall). I tell her the story and she huffs and puffs and later tells me its probably her aunt who was a witch who had cursed a few people in the family and made sure to check in on them to make sure they were kind and charitable people? At least thats how child me understood it. Freaked me tf out. I refused to sleep there ever again and slept in the blue room then on. However, when I was a teen I found out that the office was originally my uncle's room. Who had passed away. And grandma talked to him frequently, to which I was told she was grieving and not in her right mind talking to someone who wasn't really there. Grandma who had always promised to look out for him and have a home for him. So who really knows what that was amiright

and finally the one at my childhood home. Creepy basement with like one light (all brick except a random wood door, which leads to nothing except an extra closet space and ANOTHER wood door). I happened to be doing laundry and was coming up the basement stairs when I heard a noise. My dumbass paused and said hello. I concluded it must of been the cat, when I felt a chill down my spine. A split second later it felt like an ice cold hand grabbed my ankle. I then heard "I'm here". Needless to say I noped out of that situation (and I've been in that basement 1000 times since and never had anything else happen)

I have more but those are my favorites to tell

oh these are GOLDEEEEEN i love this

okay the ghost car/light situation??? BIG FEAR FOR ME. i watched that one episode of supernatural far too young and now driving at night on dark empty roads gives me the absolute CREEEPS.

i can absolutely relate to all the little possible ghost encounters tho!!! i’ve learned to never respond to any sounds or anything and just silently nod like “okay cool please dont fuck with me”. as a little kid my mom said i’d always talk to the ceiling, telling her i was just “playing with my friends”. rightfully freaked her out especially when one night out of the closet she heard something say “we’re going to get her”. 😭

then there’s also the time when i’d say i was playing with a little girl and boy during bath time (i was ages 3-5??? toddler range essentially) and my mom came to find out a previous owner of the house had drowned her kids in that tub 😬 safe to say my mom didn’t enjoy any of my ‘imaginary’ friends as a kid

[rye-bread08]

Finally finished my Gravity Falls OC

(If theres any questions about her, please do leave them in my inbox, I will do my best to answer them, since im practically crafting her story as I go, so things I say here might not be canon in later revisions)

And to my least favourite part writing: (TLDR; Childhood friends, Stan got kicked out, years passed they met again in Vegas, Dated, Stan 'died' in a Crash, 30 years later, met 3 & 4 in the woods, went to find Stan, reconnected)

Camila "Millie" Rosaline Garcia was born and raised in Glass Shard Beach, New Jersey. As a child, she spent nearly every day at the beach, this is where she met the Twins, Stan and Ford. Being just a year younger than the two, she naturally went along with them really well, and they quickly became friends.

Millie attended the same school as the twins and developed a deep infatuation for Ford. Her feelings were met with a rejection, as Ford was aware that his twin, Stan, had crush on her. Despite this, their friendship remained strong throughout high school. When Stan suddenly left without a word, Millie was understandably upset. Ford simply told her to not worry about it and to continue with life.

After Graduating, Mills pursued her passion and attended an art school neighboring Backupsmore University. Her and Ford interacted a lot in the beginning and almost started dating, but Ford prioritized his studies, and their interactions happen less and less. They eventually stopped talking and just focused on their own lives. After graduating from University, Millie traveled across America, seeking opportunities in the film and theater industries. She eventually settled in Las Vegas, where she sold paintings and worked as a background actor in films. To make ends meet, she also took a job at a local diner. One day, a familiar face randomly appeared. It was her childhood friend Stanley Pines. Despite the years apart, they hit it off almost instantly. Quite Little has changed, he's still the Big goof she knew since childhood, and still had his athletic physique and strong personality. But now, he's ever so slightly more charismatic? One thing led to another, and their renewed friendship soon turned into romance. Their relationship led them to create new memories together. For a year or two, their relationship seemed like a second chance at happiness. They enjoyed every bit of time they were together and found comfort with each other’s company.

However, their rekindled romance was short-lived. During a risky illegal venture involving Stan, he fled, leaving Millie to face legal trouble. She was arrested, and after being incarcirated, the atmosphere of their relationship drastically changed. Even after they parted ways following a heated argument, their true feelings for each other still remained.

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Millie’s life was a mess after finding out about Stan’s tragic death in a horrible car crash. But she pushed through, throwing herself into her art, traveling across the Americas, selling her creations to fund her travels. Her journey took her to various countries, and she continued to support herself through her art for years.

Summer of 2012 While traveling through the Pacific Northwest, coming from British Columbia, Mills encountered two children taking refuge from the rain in a cave near her campsite. The two looked very identical. The only way you could be able to distinguish them from each other were the numbers in their cap, reading "3" and "4". The two, who introduced themselves as Tracey and Quattro, were visibly distressed and confused. She quickly took the two of them in. Providing them with raincoats and other necessities she bought at a nearby truck stop.

As she spent time with the two, their stories began to reveal hints of the supernatural. Millie was not estranged to the paranormal and the bizarre. Frankly, she had her own encounters throughout the years, and was very intrugued with the stories they told her.

tho, a familiar name surfaced in their tales: Stanford Pines? They havent talked ever since she graduated and left New Jersey. Mill figured that since shes still in the area, It would be nice to visit an old friend. With 3 and 4 guiding her, she drove to Gravity Falls, Oregon.

"Welcome to Gravity Falls" she read Driving through the town filled with debree and on going construction, It was clear that something happened ,any questions made were met with the same phrase "Never mind all that"

She finally drives up to the Mystery Shack, and saw Stanley? ... something something, insert plot, something, Im too lazy to right it now. Im going to bed. ... If you finished reading through that, Thank you. Im not usually the type to write, this alone took me a whole night to do and revise. I will definitely make more content of her in the future, interacting with other characters, writing more backstory, those sorts. For now If you have any questions feel free to ask and I will do my best to answer them.

[thefanficmonster]

Unlucky

Part 2: ‘Lucky Me’

Corpse Husband x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Corpse decides to email back a person who has sent him quite a few creepy stories. She never seems to run out of scary encounters of both sorts: paranormal and stranger-danger. He gets suspicious that the stories are all made up so she can grab his attention, but he’s in for a surprise.

U/N - username

Requested: No

Corpse’s POV

I’m looking through my most recent emails from fans. They are all of scary encounters they’ve allegedly experienced. By now, I’ve read so many, it’s easy to decipher which are real and which are just made up nonsense. Some, I must admit, give me chills. Big props to the people who write those, especially if they are made up. If you can make someone’s skin crawl with your twisted, frightening imagination, you have one, for lack of a better term and in the most positive way, fucked up mind.

My cursor lands on the familiar username I see almost every other week. U/N. They have been sending stories consistently for about three years now. They, and I’m saying they cause you can never be sure who’s hiding behind the username, are either the most unlucky person to walk the planet or the one with most twisted imagination and story telling skills. I’ll admit, sometimes I narrate a story just because it’s well written. Believability is not the only thing I go by, I also reward creativity. And this person, U/N, has had their spot in many of my videos in the last three years. I’m honestly hoping they are made up, or at least some of them, because not only are there too many of them, but none of them fail to give me that eerie paranoia after I read them or the chills while I read them.

Once again, they have submitted a downright terrifying story. It would be a shame if I didn’t narrate it.

It would be a shame if I....

If I never actually meet them.

This many run-ins with people with malicious intent, always getting away by some miracle, what if they one day don’t make it out alive to tell it.

My heart sinks a little at the thought. I feel like I know this person, like we’ve known each other for three years now. They know the things the whole internet knows about me, and I, along with my regular watchers, know their stories. That’s by no means enough, now that I think about it.

My next action is really out of character for me. I decide to reach out to them. My fingers fly over the buttons on my keyboard too fast for my rational side to try and stop them. Deep down, I know I’m doing the rightest wrong thing I’ve ever done. My previously sunk heart is now in its assigned spot again, beating quickly.

You don’t know what you’re doing

I maybe don’t, but knowing isn’t what’s important right now. I just wanna do it.

~ Hey, this is probably, what, your twentieth story so far. I’m just curious, how many of these are made up? By the way, your stories are amazing and I’ll probably keep narrating them even if they aren’t real. They’re just that good.

I send the email before I can talk myself out of it. I get up from my chair immediately afterwards, putting as much distance between me and the computer as possible, silently promising myself I won’t be checking my mail every five minutes.

Y/N’s POV

I anxiously refresh and refresh my email inbox, waiting for the dreaded email back from my professor. Being halfway through the college experience, I know how tough this professor’s class is and how much I suck at it. I sent him my completed assignment last night, barely making the deadline mind you, so now I’m sweating hardcore, staring my computer screen down.

After refreshing for the millionth time, I’m met with a new email which makes my heart stop for a second or two, my stomach dropping. Then I take the time to read the sender’s name, the subject and the first sentence of the email, and all the previous changes in me reverse. My heartbeat picks up speed, going faster than a galloping horse and my stomach turns, making me feel the sensation everyone calls ‘butterflies’.

Nah, man. This shit ain’t real. It can’t be.

But then again, what if it is. What if I’m about to full-on ignore my favorite youtuber because of my paranoia. Well, it’s not exactly unsupported. My life has been a shit show of unfortunate event and situations I’ve literally had to claw my way out of in order to stay alive. Now, when something of the sort happens, it’s just another weekday. However, I still wanna share these encounters. Not only because they are proof of the dangers girls have to deal with on a daily basis, but they also get narrated by one of my favorite people ever. What more can a girl ask for?

~ Listen, I’m really not looking forward to getting catfished. Please leave me alone

It’s short, not sweet, and to the point. It’s easy to understand, and it clearly states that I’m not falling for it if it’s a scam, but if it’s real....someone call 911 cause I think I’ll faint.

~ I get it, you have trust issues. But that’s understandable. From the creepy guy messaging you on all your social media. To the stalker you had from you high school, or even that teacher that turned out to not be a teacher at all and just a pedo, I see where the lack of trust is coming from. But I assure you, they only thing I wanna do is chat.

The shock and happiness overwhelm me when the reply arrives not even ten minutes later. 

Holy shit, this is him.

I start typing and then erase the typed half-sentence at least three times before receiving another email from him. From Corpse Husband. Corpse freaking Husband. How the fuck am I supposed to compose myself enough to reply to him, let alone sound cool and leave a good impression.

My hand shakes as I click the newly received email.

~ You probably don’t know what to say. Either that or you just don’t wanna talk to me. If you’re just baffled and surprised, reply with your name. If you want me to fuck off, ignore this email completely.

The smile I didn’t realize was there grows into a grin as small bursts of laughter escape me. Laughter caused by disbelief and shock. The type of laugh you let out when you score a good mark on the test you thought you completely fucked up.

~ Y/N. My name’s Y/N. 

PS: The stories are all 100% real. All happened. In the order I sent them too. And before you ask, I guess I’m just unlucky, but you are proving me wrong right now.

I don’t know where that confidence at the end came from, but I don’t care really. All that matters is that this might just actually be happening and it might be the best thing to ever happen to me.

~ Man, you’ve had it rough. Tell me, is there an easier way to access you than email. Like Insta DMs? I feel we have a lot to talk about and email is not the most convenient.

At this point, it feel so much like a fever dream that I decide to treat it as though it is. I just go with the flow.

~ Yeah, but first.....am I really not being catfished right now?

The email I receive as a reply to this message is empty of text but there’s a file attached. Not gonna lie, I am a bit hesitant to open it, but I decide that if this turns bad, I’ll just have to deal with it. In the meantime, I’ll believe it’s not a scam.

It’s an audio file: “No, Y/N, you are not being catfished.”

That voice. That god damn voice. It could convince me of anything. 

And now it’s convinced me into believing him. And finally letting out that squeal I was holding back before sending him my Instagram username.