Marcy Delacour, better known as Pixie, is your average high school senior living a normal life. A dad with two jobs, an annoying little brother and a best friend always by her side. Good grades, a love for reading, and a plan for her future. Pixie has it all figured out, or so she thought. After a camping trip gone wrong, Pixie starts questioning her normal life. First she notices people following her, always just out of her sight. Her dad starts avoiding her questions, leading to more questions. After noticing the same blonde guy in a green hoodie for the seventh time that week, Pixie decides to get some answers. They might just not be the answers she wants. [None of the creepypastas belong to me, unless stated.]