**THIRD BOOK IN THE DEAR MY SANITY SERIES** I look down at the grave stone. It was a simple one, polished marble with a name, date of birth and death date. Off to the side is a short song. I sink to the ground in front of her grave. "Hey," I begin awkwardly. I've never visited or spoken to a dead person. "It's me...
"LET ME GO! " you screamed, it was no use. You were bound to this .. Machine and you couldn't move. Will someone save you?
The stories from her past were unknown. She agreed to play his games for the clues. Unknowingly becoming his in the process. _____________ #3 in #jeffthekillerxreader #35 in #creepypasta
*FIRST BOOK IN THE Dear My Sanity SERIES* "Look at your hands. Their blood is on your hands." Jamie stares at her blood covered hands. She clenches her jaw, a muffled scream coming from her. I let her scream but I look around, knowing the police would come soon. If she wants to avoid being caught, she needs to get ove...
"You shouldn't have dragged me into your little games." He pushed himself off the table and started to walk around it. "It's your fault for walking in at the wrong time." Crossing your arms, you watched him slowly approach you. "It's a public fucking area. I was getting a drink." He pointed behind him, towards the fri...
A murdered father has left Hope's life in shambles. With limited support in her life she feels alone. So what happens when a mysterious man comes into her life and flips it around?
"You..." you say, shocked to see him. "Y-Your the guy from the park... Aren't you?" "That's me all right," he says. "I believe I didn't introduce myself. My name is Jeffrey Woods, but everyone knows me as Jeff the killer. I'd prefer if you call me Jeff, thank you."
>Part of the Creepypasta childhood memories series< Thanks to Ben, Jeff is forced to walk down memory lane. He doesn't mind but you on the other hand still hold a grudge -------------------------------------------------- You and Jeff grew up together. In fact, you were actually Jeff's first love and first kiss. Then...
Everything seemed perfect at first, but what happens when the person you once loved turns into a cold-blooded killer . . . Marika would know. He will play with you, he'll mess you up, he will stop at nothing from making you more miserable than you already are. All your effort will be useless as you get dragged back to...