One day, there was a Wattpad user by the name Beatlemaniac_502
He had 4 followers at most, and had no works either.
However, when anyone took a look at his only reading list, they would notice that Beatlemaniac wasn't in his username for nothing.
Now, Beatlemaniac_502 had purposely added the underscore and number for a reason, but more on that later, alright?
On a dark night, Beatlemaniac_502 was looking through the stories made by the person who he had partially stolen his name from, and was reading through one particular story when he commented.
Bassist and the Beast? Bleh. You know, I would say this this is your most stupid work, but the A Tragic Creation trilogy takes the cake. Get a life, you Ringo selfcest weirdo.
After posting it, Beatlemaniac_502 stretched and yawned, feeling tired.
He went to bed.
A few hours later, he woke up in his bed, but why?
I don't know.
I mean, if you know me on DeviantArt, then you'd know that I'm the goddess of Pepperland and surely wouldn't have made any noise when I magically unlocked his door-
Um...
Anyway, Beatlemaniac_502, startled awake, was looking all around his room.
After a moment of silence, he laid back down.
Only then did he notice the shadow that had somehow gotten to the side of the bed.
The next day, Beatlemaniac_502's account was gone, and all his comments were mysteriously gone too.
No one heard from Beatlemaniac_502 again.
It just goes to show...
Never mess with Beatlemaniac_501.
And Ringo selfcest is hot, despite how odd it may be on first glance.
Don't question my logic.
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Beatles Horror Stories
FanfictionJust a book of Beatles horror stories of varying lengths and styles.