She's a killer. A cold-blooded killer. She strikes flesh as fast as lightning, but yet, merely striking the flesh of a being isn't enough. For she, is a cannibal. (Y/N) lives in the woods in a cabin. She has managed to make a compromise with Slenderman to keep her killings on her side of the forest, while Slenderman and his "Creepynoodle's", keep their killings on their side. (Y/N) and the Creepypasta's aren't supposed to interact with each other. What if she DOES encounter one of the Creepypasta's? What will happen if Slenderman actually agrees to interact with (Y/N)? What awaits her in this journey of love and discovery? So many questions, and so many answers. The real question is, Will YOU read this story to find out? ~~~~~~~~~~ Characters do NOT belong to me nor the Media that is in this book. The only thing that does belong to me, is the story itself. I hope you really like it. I'll try to add some vocabulary in this, I'm trying to get off of my 12-year old level and go to a distinctive and descriptive level of writing. I was inspired by Ke$ha's song named "Cannibal" and other elements of course. I'll see you in the first chapter ;)

'A girl, tortured by progenitor will be taken by the dark magic of a demon called Zalgo, once corrupted, she will be the ultimate weapon of destruction. Causing havoc and chaos. Only stopped by of pure intents, the purest of emotions and feelings. Love, care, passion will stop her. Every 666 years is when another embodiment of darkness will shroud yet again.' Slender told me that, murdering her at an early stage will stop her from transforming to her worst nightmares. // sorry for crappy cover. //formerly 'The prophecy' -12.6.17

An ordinary girl that has a family by her side is what [Name] let's people think. But behind those closed doors and windows is another story. A story that causes her to create a new one that was surely unexpected.

"Cmon. Don't say you've never done this before." "No Jack, I've never wanted to kill my self by rolling off a hill." ........ As I came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, leaves covered my vision. Jack was the one to take them off. At that moment I seemed to forget everything he was. Like I was being blinded by the October leaves. I am not the artist. I found it on Google. All credit to the artist if you know who it is. Bc God knows I'm bad at drawing.