"𝙄 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩. 𝙄𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨." In which Bailey Sinclair had almost everyone's trust. ＳＣＲＥＡＭ *𝑻𝑾 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔; 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔*

None of the art used in this book (or the photos) provided in this book are mine unless stated otherwise. Mostly H.o.W. Requests open.

We don't choose to die, we're designed too. It was just never the creator's plan for the dead to rise again. Zombies were the characters in our nightmares, the actors in our films and the taboo we'd all secretly admired. Never did we imagine they'd become our reality. Now every day is a battle for survival, a fight against the dead that seems to be creeping ever closer. We don't choose to die. We're designed too. * This story follows a small group of teens in a race for survival against the infected, with death, disease and the unshakable feeling that they're being stalked- life just got a whole lot harder. Highest ranking: #9 in Horror Wattpad Featured Story: 23/10/2017 Wattpad Zombies Gut Wrenchers: 12/12/2020 Winner of The Contemporary Reads Awards: Best Zombie Book and The Champion's Award

(SLOWLY EDITING THIS) This is low key bad so read at your own risk Current Slashers in this book: Michael Myers. (Halloween series) Jason Voorhees (Friday The 13th series) Bubba Sawyer (Leatherface) (Texas Chainsaw Massacre series) Billy Loomis and Stu Matcher (Ghostface- Scream 1 Norman Bates (Psycho series) Yuatja (The Predator Series) Jeepers Creepers (Creepers Series) Hannibal Lector (The TV show)

During the years of 1971 and 1972, strange things started to happen to a little girl's family and no one could figure out why. Ruby was given a diary to write down her day to day life during this time period, and very odd and frightening things are written and described in it. Short after, she dies of mysterious circumstances and no one can figure out what has happened; if it is a curse or something more sinister. This is Ruby's diary. ((Short horror)) I wrote this story with my own original ideas, the characters, setting & plot belongs to me and therefore cannot be taken or copied in any way shape or form without giving me credit or consulting, if you see someone steal my story or ideas please let me know.

Strange things have been occuring in the Miller house lately. Writing on walls, children's laughter and footsteps throughout the house, doors opening and slamming shut by themselves and even the record player which hasn't worked in years found itself playing strange music. Who or what is haunting the Miller's house? Are they safe? Why is their house the one being haunted? Can they get the spirits out of their house before someone gets hurt?

◀A/N: I do not claim the image used in the cover however i did edit it to make it look the way it does now. I used picsart if you were wondering or wanted to make one yourself.▶ ◀There may be some mature topics but i will put trigger warnings▶

Title is obvious so I'mma make this short. "Are you insane to do this doctor?! Thes-these are no ordinary patients ma'am these are critically insane psychopaths with no gauranette of actually being both medically or psychologically helped!!" "I am fully aware of who these people are which is why I chose these patients as my first study group." "What the hell do you mean by 'study group'?" "Well it is simply me interviewing all of these patients together in one room, from which I shall learn and study their peculiar traits and habits so there can be better preventions of murders and even being able to treat mentally ill people with early signs of these behaviors." "......And if you can't get anything out of these patients?" "......well, the choice is obvious isn't it?" [SLOW UPDATES PLEASE BE PATIENT WITH ME]

Ištrauka: Pirmą kartą jį pamačiau. Ir visi pasakojimai pasiteisino. Turiu pripažinti alfos Hanibalo pasirodymas buvo efektingas. Visi paklaiko. Stebėjau jį iš šono. Aukštas, tvirto kūno sudėjimo, šaltos mėlynos akys. Jo akys susmigo tiesiai į mane. Kąsnis užstrigo burnoje. Dar niekados gyvenime nemačiau tiek šalčio sklindančio iš kieno nors akių.

Knowing I burnt my house to ash? Living with that fact? That doesn't bother me. The punches and hits I receive? I couldn't care less. But this really fucking bothered me... (Warning, -Strong language -Gore -Sensitive content -The reader is written gender neutral so anyone can read it I use they/them pronouns) (Yes, I know Masky and Hoodie aren't Creepypastas but I really wanted to include them. They both belong to Marble Hornets.) Thanks for reading!💕 (Art is not mine)