So I was browsing among some little stories and found one that had an odd plot.. It just annoyed me because it was terribly written, things were spelled wrong, grammar was just a drag.. However! I found the topic to be intriguing so I hope you all enjoy this lovely comeback~ Note! THIS IS NOT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP!! THIS IS NOT TO BE TAKEN LIGHTLY! THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR THE FEINT OF HEART AND IS NOT AT ALL 'lovey dovey' THIS IS NOT BY ANY MEANS MEANT TO BE ATTRACTIVE! IF YOU OR ANYONE YOU KNOW HAVE A BAD RELATIONSHIP LIKE THIS THEY NEED HELP IMMEDIATELY Warning! This story will contain the following: •Gore •Mild Language •Obsession •Stalking •Smut {At some point if I deem it fit} I want to address I took this from my old account that I cannot seem to get rid of. The email its attached to will not allow me to log in or out of it. So I cannot delete the account and only switch accounts.

after years of begging, you finally walked into your own independent crowded city life... only to find yourself grapping the unwanted attention from the boy lurking in the shadows, waiting to grab his new play toy ,what does he have up his sleevs? is it intrests? obsession? or just pure curiosity?

I felt like life itself was perfect, that no matter what happened, nothing could spoil the happiness I felt. I soon figured out how wrong I was however, when a stranger with a sick obsession came into my life. Eyeless Jack x Reader! Creepypasta story Warning: Horror, stalking, murder. Art belongs to original owner.

*Art on cover belongs to jumpingapples on Quotev* I shake out of fear and despair, watching as my captor knelt down in front of me. No one was around. No one but him. His gloved hand reaches out to me, gently caressing my cheek. The mask on his face hid all his emotions behind it. I flinch at his touch, my breathing becoming more ragged in a panicked manner. With a throat dry as the desert, I take a few deep breaths and muster up the courage to ask, "Wh-What do you want from me?". He releases a throaty chuckle which was slightly muffled by his mask. Inching closer to my face, he responds, "You."

"You, it can't be true. You're alive?" she paused. "How can this be true, you died. Everyone died that day! You can't be alive" The boy just looked at her with no emotions, his eyes grazing over hers. "Believe it, I'm alive and well. Just tell me where he is" She took a step back and whispered to herself, "You can't be real" she's in denial, "I watched your house burn, I saw the burnt bodies," her voice cracking as it grew louder, "You're not real!" she screamed and ran with tears falling from her eyes. "Tsk, wrong answer" he mumbled and took off after her. ____________________ I do not own Creepypasta, I only own the plot, some characters, and the cover of the book! All rights reserved. ____________________ Part 1 of 3 books!!

I'm mainly making this fan fiction because I like Masky and think he needs more fan fictions AND because I would like to show you guys some of my OCs. None of them are shipped with anyone and they aren't OP so really they will only be used as side characters. Hope you enjoy

The implications of stealing three serial killers' phones didn't quite hit you until after the fact.