You thought he was dead, the police thought he was dead, everyone thought he was dead, and it was your fault. You had only ever wanted to belong. You wanted friends, you wanted to be cared about, and you found that. Only, you found it in a cult that spat you out and left you to fend for yourself, just as they had to 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

"Excuse my rude behavior, I hadn't eaten in days. But I believe you and I could make good friends if you allow me to eat here and take whatever I need." A sadistic grin crept the man's ghostly white face. "And what if I don't let you?" The intruder's grin grew even larger. It was purely sinister, maniacal. [Name] cursed at herself for trying to be bold. "Then you and your friend will die." ~ After discovering a corpse near her work place, [Name] finds herself traumatized and obsessed with the murders happening around her town. Had she listened to the logic in the back of her brain and not the other part incapable of letting go of the traumatic incident, maybe fate wouldn't feel so close. But the strange bond she forms with the maniacal serial killer shows that everyone, even monsters, have scars to heal. Highest Ranking: #41 creepypasta !! Cover art is by @shatteredankles on insta !!

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?

I wasn't sure what love was. Everyone spoke of it like a legend. Something sacred that you'd capture if you were lucky. The man I had let take my heart wanted to carve it out of my chest as proof. I tried to forget feeling that way about him. I tried to figure out why I could ever love someone like him. He terrified me but at moments it was like a roller coaster. Up and down I would try to hold on for dear life. I liked how he made me feel alive, knowing he was always there made me feel less alone. He had done something to me I wish he hadn't. When he hurt me every time seemed to get worse and worse but at some point, I had gotten addicted to it. I wanted him to drown me in his hate and make me beg. I knew it was wrong, toxic and unhealthy. The way I felt was bad the only question was does he feel it too? Does he know this is wrong and how bad I want him? I looked up to him, he brushed the hair out of my face gently, eyes locked to mine. I didn't care if he felt the same, it was too late for me. I was intoxicated. His lips brushed softly against mine, teasing my heart strings. He slipped passed my mouth and whispered with that low gruff voice of his that made me melt, "Let's play a game..." WARNING: THIS IS NOT YOUR ORDINARY FANFICTION. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. MATERIAL MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME. JEFF ISN'T NICE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. 1st POV Jeff the killer Fanfic Give it a chance T~T

Y/N is a college student just trying to survive the semester-stress, late nights. But she begins noticing things. Voices through her dorm radio. Her things slightly moved. A feeling of being watched that she can't shake. Her friends chalk it up to stress.

A four week solo camping trip gets mysteriously crowded. Cover artwork made by: @pahatao

It's Eyeless Jack, but he's the most terrifying monster you've ever seen.... 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶...𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝. For the people who like the more monster version of EJ! I'm currently working in this and another fanfic at the same time, so be patient with chapters. I'm sure this is going to be shorter than most fanfics but I still wanted to write it. (Btw I wrote him kinda silly) If you've read this far, congrats, you get a little guy! ❤ 　　　/)＿/)☆ 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤~ ／(๑^᎑^๑)っ ＼ ／|￣∪￣ ￣ |＼／ |＿＿_＿＿|／

"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

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?

Formally Named: Bugs, Stripes, and Everything Nice After a life in the big city, you move to a lovely little town in Connecticut. You are a best-selling horror book writer, but you are also scared of all things creepy. After meeting the gothic girl next door, Lydia, weird things start to happen. You are pulled into a dangerous adventure with a demon, travelling to the Netherworld to break a curse set on you by another creature of the dark. I do not own any of the Beetlejuice characters and this is just for fun.