You couldn't stop it. The evil that was taking over, you couldn't control it. You needed to kill. It was telling you to. You've done it before, so why do you stop the blade above this hooded man's chest? You stared into his glowing red eyes, for once since becoming a proxy, hesitating. "I'm not the one who wants to hurt you." Creepypasta. Hoodie x Reader. Mentions Eyeless Jack, Masky, Ticci Toby, Slenderman, and more.

"I....I could always show you.." He told me Huh? "I could always teach you how." He repeated. "What?" I asked astonished he would even say that. "I could teach you how. I could show you how to be touched, how to touch others, even how to touch yourself" He said with seriousness in his voice. He's got to be joking. This has to be a prank. "But...I..." I was literally lost for words. "Think about it, I'm not just going to teach you how to have sex, I'm going to teach you how to be confident and comfortable with your body. Your sexy as hell but your always so unsure of yourself and you act like a shy little girl. Don't you want to be confidence and stand up for yourself? Don't you want to show everyone that inner goddess dying to come out?" "Yes" I mumbled. I was tired of being made fun of. I was tired of being a coward. "So you'll do it?" He asked with a smirk playing on his lips. Should I even do this? Isn't this wrong? Without even thinking I spoke. "Yes I'll let you teach me your ways" I admitted. "Call it, Private Sex Lessons" He smiled. What the actual fuck did I get myself into?

The daughters of Jeff the Killer and Iris, his wife, are living with their parents in harmony. It's quiet, Jeff seems to be managing his desire for blood by going on killing sprees, and motherhood comes very easily to Iris. But, when Jeff gets an odd warning from Zalgo, he realizes that for one of his daughters, history is going to repeat itself. When the girls grow up, disaster after disaster, blow after blow, they still survive. But, when the two of them begin falling in love with people they least likely expected, all hell is unleashed. Jeff is furious. Now, all they have to do is keep their relationships stable and under control, and their But, with parents like theirs, it may not be very easy.

He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.

Sometimes, it isn't just a game... Sarra Hanson planned on spending Halloween night watching horror movies since she was stuck babysitting. Until she found the Ouija board. What harm could there be in trying it out? The kids were asleep and she was bored. It was Halloween, right? Why not try to talk to the spirits? It was just a game after all.

Chelsea Delaney. That's my name. It didn't take me very long to find my mate, but it's not all it's cracked up to be. People say he's incapable of love, incapable of remorse, incapable of good. He has a very dark character. But he's mine, my very own dark mate.

It’s the middle of fall semester at Commonwealth University, and Cara Oliver is the resident assistant on the ninth floor of the Hynes Hall dormitory. Being an RA means she’s exempt from paying for her private room. Better yet, she earns a stipend in exchange for keeping the hallway clean, mediating roommate disputes, and suffering the advances of her boss, creepy middle-aged Mr. Flynn. It’s much better than having to find a part-time job on campus. And best of all, her boyfriend, is the RA for the tenth floor. But something strange is going on in 9C, the single room that’s occupied by deaf freshman Hailey Warwick. Cara learns that there are frequent odd noises in the room, and Hailey’s oblivious because she can’t hear them. Cara’s best friend, Leigh Anne, tells Cara that the rumor is that a kid died in Room 9C one year, and it’s haunted. She jokes that it’s either great planning on the part of the dorm’s general manager, Mr. Flynn, that there’s a deaf kid living in 9C that year. Something about Leigh Anne’s joke rings eerily true to Cara. Cara feels awful it’s taken her until October to realize Hailey might be in some kind of danger. Cara discovers one of the students who previously lived in 9C was committed to a psychiatric hospital the following year. Other years, students placed in room 9C dropped out of school mid-semester. She confronts Mr. Flynn about the room’s history, and he uncomfortably admits that back in the Eighties, a student committed suicide in the room, but assures her it was completely renovated. Now Leigh Anne is intrigued and suggests that they use her Ouija board to contact the dead kid. Cara is opposed to the idea, since she doesn’t want to freak her resident out. But Mason insists maybe they can communicate with the spirit and ask him to stop scaring nice girls. When he puts it that way, Cara agrees. But the spirit of the dead kid from Room 9C isn’t so easily convinced...