House of Wax based fanfic: Y/n leaves home in hopes to get rid of all memories of her last lover who had done her wrong. When she starts to get tired of heavy trafic on the interstate she finds a "short cut" going through the woods. Yet 30 minutes into the drive her truck breaks down and she is forced to walk in hopes to find help. She runs into a stranger and is taken to a town called Ambrose. She will soon realize she has made a grave mistake as she finds out what really goes on in Ambrose.

what happens when Lil old (y/n) stops at a familiar gas station while on a road trip with a small group of friends and her oh so lovely boyfriend. Will this stop connect her to something she lost as a child? Will she give up everything to connect to her past once again or will she leave it in the dust? longer forgotten... or will a certain someone change his mind?

While visiting your mother in the United Kingdom, you're staying at the Heelshire manor, an airbnb with only a two star rating and a knack for scaring tenants right out their socks. After hearing some strange noises in the walls, you come to the realization that you're being haunted. Except, this isn't no ordinary ghost. - You inhale sharply, clenching your jaw and stilling like a deer in headlights. Brahms brushes his fingers over your slit, a shudder racking through your body. Your heart was racing so fast you could hear it pounding in your ears. "You'll never be able to feel her the way I have," Brahms teases. His hand retracts, and you're left with a vacant warm feeling in your lower belly. I shouldn't feel this way. A force pushes you down, so your front is lying on the wooden table, your toes barely touching the cold floor. A gasp of shock leaves your lips as you brace yourself with your hands. "Fuck her the way I have. The way I'm about to." - (takes place after "The Boy") [brahms x reader] [porn with plot] pls read tw inside :) #1 in brahmsxreader 4/1/22

Brahms Heelshire is sweet and caring, but a little obsessed. He's a clingy romantic. Tall and bulky. Quiet and mysterious. In arguments, he always wins, but if he doesn't, he'll play games with you. You had trouble tucking him into bed at times. He's touch-deprived. As time passed, he began kissing you and sneaking into your bed to sleep with you. He will sometimes avoid you and vanish, hiding behind the walls for some reason. He'd occasionally ask if he could take a bath with you. He's kissing your neck, holding your waist, and calling you by sweet nicknames. And then it gets sexual.

You let me violate you... You let me desecrate you... You let me penetrate you... You let me complicate you...

"The death, then, of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the word." -Edgar Allan Poe

- ➴ Based on the 2007 and 2009 Halloween remakes. - 《 Haddonfield, Illinois (1978) 》 Who said this story was over? S T A R T: MARCH 2020 E N D : ---

"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮" Michael thought his life in Smith's Grove Sanitarium was going to be boring and monotonous. "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨" However, everything seems to change when he meets a little smiling girl. "𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘓𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘮, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦" A little girl with too many secrets. Song: Halsey - Gasoline. Cover: b-burtonini I don't own anything but the plot.

"Well, what shall it be?" I shuddered under his gaze. "I want to hear you say it." he murmured. A gust of air it me like never before. "Okay." I replied. "I love you."