You could be considered the mailperson of the Creepypasta world, taking letters, threats, and people from Creepypasta to Creepypasta. What happens when you encounter some of the more famous killers? These stories are kinda like oneshots, loosely connected but you can still skip around to your favs (Also Slenderman won't get one because he's like, a thousand years old)

Rotting in a pathetic asylum along with others is not a beautiful life. (Y/N) tested it out on her own skin. Girl has a lot of problems with her health and of course with her mental state. She couldn't remember her past at all, hallucinations were haunting her as well, or visions. Who knows. She wanted revenge, and to find out what made her to turn into such a horrid monster. Finally her days in her old asylum came to an end. (Y/N) and a few other patients were transported in a better asylum with newest technologies and kind staff. That's where things will get more interesting for her... (Story is being rewritten) Last update: 28.07.2018

I was suppose to die, be in hell but I didn't. Here I am, still on earth but there is a twist, I kill those who have sins and I work for Satan...Wanna know more? Read to find out then Stole the character idea from Webtoon Added a few things None of the characters are mine

Jeff the killer x reader Is it possible for you to fall in love with an insane killer?

There's a new killer in town, but no one knows who it is. No one would suspect the only survivor from the burned orphanage. He's quiet, good looking, skilled but most of all he is a she! XD I suck at descriptions!

You're the average person, living your daily life as a high-school student with a part time café job on the side. But there is something that has been on your young mind for some time ; near your home lies a church, but it seems like a little more than prayers is going on there.. Rachel Gardner is a young child, her parents were the victims in the famous 'Gardner' case, but it was eventually dropped as there was too little evidence Isaac Foster is a mass murder who roams the streets at night, waiting to lay his knife on any jolly person in sight. He's also known as 'the man with the bandages'. Daniel Dickens is an 'average' prison counselor, with an unusual interest in the biology of eyes. Catherine Ward is one of the best local prison guards, she has a knack for punishing criminals. Edward Mason is the gravekeeper of a church, and he does a good job of it to say the least, no 'grave ruiners' will get their hands on any graves today. Abraham Grey is the Father of a local church. He will change your way of thinking, but little is to be known about this pupil missing man..

-- Yeah yeah, you know how this goes. But Y/n is ordinary, far far FAR from extraordinary. Their not an outcast in highschool either, so their pretty bland, sorry if that seems offensive but guess what? YOUR not the narrator, I can do what I WANT. This goes a tiny bit differently, they don't find out who the Creepypastas and The Slenderman is when they decide to go into the woods while sobbing their eyes out after killing someone, no, it all starts when some dude with a mask decides to break into their window at night. You know why? Actually, you don't, anyways. Y/n, like a normal person, tries to figure out why mystery guys in masks keep on visiting their house at night and trying to kill them. (...kinda? I'm not sure.) Oh I think I forgot to mention, Y/n meets this dude called Tim who kind of accidentally kidnaps them. Oh, and Y/n can see the dead and maybe-bring back the dead --- I think you may have figured that this story will contain rather mature themes, no nasty stuff though don't worry it's mainly just fighting, strong language, throwing up, murder, gore, panic attacks (maybe), hallucinations and god knows what else. I wouldn't recommend you this book if you are uncomfortable with any of those things I just listed. --- By the way, the y/n in the book will be around 13-15 they do not have any particular features and you can interpret their gender however you like. This story takes place somewhere in America, but since I'm Australian I apologise if I get anything wrong about the great land of the eagles or something idk sorry yeah I don't do research Also THERE WILL BE NO SHIPPING. 🙁 ALSO THERE WILL BE OCS IN THIS BOOK BUT UNIMPORTANT ONES LIKE FOR AN EXAMPLE; Tammy who is y/n's friend and uh, dies cuz yknow she's unimportant -- Enjoy! :D I'm @yellowflowrs on tt! Also by the way, i started this when I was 10 so it might be a bit bad.

Let her go. She's scared of me She wasn't ever suppose to meet me. Okay... If it makes her life better...I'll let her go. But...At the back of my head One small tiny voice whispered these words... "She needs you. You can't leave her alone" ----------- He was a monster He killed for fun. A sadistic murderer Yet every part of my body still desired him. He was a drug to me. Everytime he touched me I would want more and more. I felt like I would go insane without him. On a cold stormy night, Y/N had gotten lost in the forest. After walking around, she finally met face to face with a infamous killer Ticci Toby. They both felt a connection with each other when their eyes had met each other. Who knew this day would change both of their lives forever? #1 in Creepypasta August 3rd 2018 WARNING MATURE CONTENT IN THIS STORY Part of the Dead Creepypasta series. Each book can be read alone :) the cover of this book doesn't belong to me. I don't know the artist I just randomly googled Toby and grabbed a random photo Yes me 10/10 author B) SECOND BOOK Jesus freaking Christ. This book is going to use female pronouns for the reader

"I will never leave you; I can give you everything they didn't. You're all mine." His gloved hand gripped the lead pipe as he brought it down on the orderlies' skull, the sickening crunch sounding like music to his ears. A pool of blood quickly formed, chunks of brain matter mixing with the thick red liquid. The masked man rarely felt a rage like this, but they had finally stepped over the line. They beat him, mocked him, humiliated him. Treated him like a lowly dog, viewed him as less than dirt. He had to suffer through it all, his ability to speak being held captive by his master until he was freed. He suffered in silence, not even able to hide behind his frowny faced mask, his only true respite gone and in some filing cabinet as 'evidence'. But then she showed up. She was his psychologist; he was under her care. She stepped in, protecting him from the abuse he endured, stopping others from kicking him when he was down. And he knew just how he was going to repay her kindness.