Skye's a lonely 17 year old girl who gets bullied for being herself, and has an abusive dad. What will happen when she land in the hospital and gets "kidnapped" by PTV?? In this fanfic/romance. Skye shares her account of her soon to be perfect life.

Vanessa Stevens, after years of hard work, has finally perfected her time travel device to stop the deaths of Pelle Ohlin and Euronymous and to warn them about Varg. Dead has all but given up on living. The only thing that keeps him somewhat sane is the mysterious woman he sees in his dreams...dreams of his own death. His friends believe he is finally losing his mind, but something tells him she's more than just a dream. **I'd like to thank my best friend Evylin for always helping me with this whenever I hit a rough patch. Without her and her ideas I don't think I would have made it this far!**

Together again, Vanessa must now confront the demons Dead has kept inside all these years and re-learn who he has become...Some of the secrets far worse than she had ever imagined...Euronymous, still bitter about the time-travel ban, has now agreed to help Varg plan his revenge for losing the fame he could have had, bringing about a whole new set of tension that could easily tear the band apart forever or end in blood...

What happens when a sassy girl, with a swearing habit, meets a forever smiling killer, with a strange obsession over her? Will he kill her if she doesn't listen to him? Or does she fall for the killer with a forever smile Warning swearing, sexual scenes, triggers I don't own creepypasta or you

You're 16 and baby sitting your Mothers bosses son, Nate. You thought it would be an easy night. Nate is only 6 years old and claims to have an imaginary friend. How hard could it be? I don't own Laughing Jack or any other creepypasta's in this story.

I wasn't sure what love was. Everyone spoke of it like a legend. Something sacred that you'd capture if you were lucky. The man I had let take my heart wanted to carve it out of my chest as proof. I tried to forget feeling that way about him. I tried to figure out why I could ever love someone like him. He terrified me but at moments it was like a roller coaster. Up and down I would try to hold on for dear life. I liked how he made me feel alive, knowing he was always there made me feel less alone. He had done something to me I wish he hadn't. When he hurt me every time seemed to get worse and worse but at some point, I had gotten addicted to it. I wanted him to drown me in his hate and make me beg. I knew it was wrong, toxic and unhealthy. The way I felt was bad the only question was does he feel it too? Does he know this is wrong and how bad I want him? I looked up to him, he brushed the hair out of my face gently, eyes locked to mine. I didn't care if he felt the same, it was too late for me. I was intoxicated. His lips brushed softly against mine, teasing my heart strings. He slipped passed my mouth and whispered with that low gruff voice of his that made me melt, "Let's play a game..." WARNING: THIS IS NOT YOUR ORDINARY FANFICTION. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. MATERIAL MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME. JEFF ISN'T NICE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. 1st POV Jeff the killer Fanfic Give it a chance T~T