"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.

Ronlyn, or Ronnie, Holtzer genuinely wanted to help people. Going out of her way for a random person in need wasn't exactly an oddity. However, when she meets Jeff the Killer while she's volunteering, she finds maybe there's such a thing as helping too much. Jeff has a huge problem, along with some other major ones, and she is thrown right in against her will. Terrified of the boy she has to be with, she only wants to survive, but she can't stop the nagging in her head that's telling her to lend a hand. Can she really help this charity case, or is it all hopeless? I do not own Creepypasta. Originally posted on Quotev in January 2015.

~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~ She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end. Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subway. Gemma Conners is your average eighteen year old and for the past two years she's been riding the subway to and from school with no problem. She always expected the same ol' same ol'. Cramped spaces, hard seats, and perverts staring her up and down and "accidentally" bumping into her and blaming it on the train as it jostled people into one another. Never did she expect a group of masked men to rush in and hold everyone onboard hostage, demanding that they all play along with their sick and twisted idea of a "game". It was either that or die. To add on to her ever growing list of problems, one of the passengers onboard just so happens to be Archer Daniels, your typical high school "heartthrob" and Gemma's classmate. Her day just kept getting better and better. With Gemma's luck, she'd be lucky if she lasted five minutes. Yep. She really hated the subway. *Book Cover Credit: Irah Marie* Thanks again for making such an AMAZING cover!❤️

What would happen if you were trapped at an Amusement park with Creepypastas such as Jeff The Killer and Laughing Jack? Well, Amy and her friends are soon to find out. Will they survive and escape the horror or die in the nightmare? P.S.- This story contains a bit of romance :) I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CREEPYPASTAS IN THIS BOOK!!! P.S.S: Why are people still reading this trash of a book? It's really bad...to me anyway.

You had recently accepted a new job after being a scientist for a little over year. You were brought to a new facility, where they call themselves the SCP Foundation and though this is a huge opportunity that opens many doors the job has it's drawbacks and dangers. After you get assigned to research and interview a SCP they call SCP-049 everything changes. Then your new life truly starts. DISCLAIMER!- I do NOT own SCP 049, or anything to do with SCP. Also!! This story has violence and very mild language so viewer digression is advised!!! So 13+ for this story please!!! I originally posted this story on Quotev so if any of you are interested you can also find it there.