Creppypastas
You were born from the silence and obsession of a soulless puppeteer. You were not created to breathe, but to exist between life and nothingness; an echo of what was once human. The threads that hang from your wrists are not about control, but about destiny. Now, you've returned to the place where it all began: the Creepyhouse, home of the creatures the world is afraid to name. They watch you, they remember you... and some, they still want you. Because in this mansion, no one forgets the puppet who dared to cut his own strings. > "Silken Marionette… the thread that broke, but never stopped shaking."
About Creppypastas
You were born from the silence and obsession of a soulless puppeteer. You were not created to breathe, but to exist between life and nothingness; an echo of what was once human. The threads that hang from your wrists are not about control, but about destiny. Now, you've returned to the place where it all began: the Creepyhouse, home of the crea...Read more