[Creepypasta x Female! Reader] You wouldn't necessarily consider yourself to be a piece of shit, but there are definitely people out there that are better than you as a person. After failing to get pussy from the hot milf teacher you worked for, you start to realize that maybe if you were an even shittier person, you wouldn't be in this fucking mess. The mess you were in? Being targeted by serial killers just because you showed some basic human decency and helped someone. That's it. The next time you see someone injured on the sidewalk, you're leaving them to bleed out and die. This is fucking bullshit. [Also on Quotev and Ao3 under the same name]

Eyeless Jack x reader Warning: mature content

𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱. 𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱. Fingers clenching the unforgiving steel of the chair. 𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱. 𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱. Lips parted, struggling to fill burning lungs with air. 𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱. 𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱. A crooked smile fixed upon her bruised face, thinking of the agony she'd inflict on her wrongdoers. 𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱. 𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱. Suddenly, red lights begin to flicker as a screeching alarm wails. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. •.•.•.•. Heads up, this book is recommended for ages 16+! It's contains descriptive gore and foul language. Fanart used in the cover was created by: ijustwannahavefunn Make sure you check them out if you haven't already, they make some seriously awesome stuff!

/dĭ-lîr′ē-əm/ Noun; an acutely disturbed state of mind that occurs in fever, intoxication, and other disorders and is characterized by restlessness, illusions, and incoherence of thought and speech. Feeling unmoored and adrift in life was just a consequence of being a young adult. It was quite unfortunate, however, that your fate had been caught in the most horrible of webs. Perhaps you would have made something of yourself, if you'd had the chance.

Days stuck behind the counter of a convenience store out in the middle of nowhere are slow at best, but the handsome serial killers that come from the surrounding forest to grab their last minute groceries almost make it all worth it. At least to a touch starved gay such as M/n.

It started stupidly. A friend getting too much into it and then a murder spree. People always say that begging for your life wouldn't work in the real world. Oh, how you wished they were right. Olivia Series 3

Someone has recently been leaving notes in your room. Who is your stalker, and why are they stalking you? Is it safe to write back?

"Would you stop squirming? I don't need to drop you right now, you're already too beat up." "Why the fuck do you care? Your jacket's covered in blood, asshole, I don't see why I'm the one person that suddenly gets to stay alive!" He glared at you, and you decided it was best not to keep talking. "I'm not the one that wants you, dollface." *** cover art: miyak047.tumblr.com AFAB Reader I never say "Y/N" in this because it's dumb. Dead Dove Do Not Eat

୨⎯ "But if you do plan on killing me, you're going to need an appointment."⎯୧ Being famous in a world filled with danger has many disadvantages. Being so vulnerable to everyone, someone is bound to find you. Even if it's an accident. When Hoodie accidentally breaks into the wrong house, he finds Y/n, a celebrity known to many. Instead of his usual routine, he finds himself following them around, learning new things of them and himself. Y/n finds their life going through unexpected changes, everything coming at them all at once, all while keeping their career alive and personal life a secret. Oh, and they also fall for each other. Hard. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the creepypastas nor marble hornets. This book is a mere story containing those characters. All rights go to their respective owners. Cover edits made by Blxrrii Hoodie fanart by Nala.fel

She always wanted to write letters to strangers. She wanted them to be old fashioned, like those messages in bottles or the ones written with inked quills. The anonymity of it all seemed so delightful, the girl would tell them her stories and they would do the same in return. They'd never meet and hear each other's voices but they'd learn many new things together. It was supposed an innocent idea, leaving a letter on a tree for a stranger to see - so why was he so keen on following her?