『 #8 ɪɴ ᴊᴇғғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ 』 The blood rushed over my body, heart beating, world spinning. It was a whole new world, I never knew something so bad could feel so good. The blood on my hands, the scream of their voices- I've done it. I've killed my first victims. This was the first murder in 2 years in our small town since Jeffery.. Now I know why he did it. The feeling, eating inside you, craving to get out. I stood there, staring at the bodies. I heard the sirens- growing closer, closer... And that when I saw him. Standing in the back yards corridor. Smiling, eyes not moving from my sight. "Found You." And that's when he grabbed my hand and ran. A new adventure began; [Trigger warnings: Murder; Rape; Prostitution]

"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 !!

You find yourself in a bit of situation. You dropped out of college and now you need a place to stay. Fortunately, you find a place in a small town. It's an abandoned mansion in the middle of nowhere... but it's cheap. People in this town have heard rumors about the mansion and the woods that surround it. You don't listen and you buy it. However, you find something inside that you could have never prepared for.. If you think there's anything I should include in the description please tell me, also feel free to correct my spelling I will go back and fix it. 🦆

( bit of a trigger warning: this is a psychotic killer. He does bad things. He abuses people. He hurts the ones he loves and slaughters the innocent... So yeah.. Brace yourself) (Also, all the photos are not mine i found them on google images.. Jeff the killer is not my creation I'm Not sure who created him but its not me, don't sue me) " I love you.." Your hips rocked on Jeff's in rhythm. You waited for him to say it back but it never happened. Jeff dug his nails into your soft flesh and counted to go harder. You cried out in pain as you grabbed the sheets, digging your nails into them, balling them up in your fists tightly, pulling them. Jeff took this as a sign of go harder. You felt tears prick your eyes. You're not sure if it was pain or sensory overload, a couple of tears ran down your cheeks and you just accepted it. " i love you!" You cried out loudly. Feeling it shoot through the heaviness of the situation. "J-Jeff.." You moaned as he pushed your face into the mattress, and continued on. Tears covered your face and you were in a considerable amount of pain but you wanted to please Jeff, so you let him continue. You always wanted to please Jeff. Ever since you first met him. "Whose a good girl?" He yanked your hair back and counted at a steady pace. " you're still with me right..?" You gave out a little whine as you layed there on the line of bliss and insanity. You panted like a dog as Jeff laid panting beside you. You quickly clung to him, wrapping your arms around his strong sweaty frame. "I love you.." You said again placing kisses on his cut cheeks and neck "Huh..?" He glanced over at you. " yeah.. Yeah.." you sat back up on his lap. It seems the only way you could get him to say it back was.. " love you too..." He ran his hands up your legs again. Was sex..

COMPLETED | BOOK 2 COMPLETE/ You grew up with Zalgo. He taught you everything you ever knew and helped build up your hatred of Slenderman. After you turned Sixteen Zalgo gave you a mission. Where you must stay in the CreepyPasta mansion and gather crucial information to benefit Zalgo's plan on killing everyone who lives there. But unfortunately for you, living in the mansion had a catch, and that catch was - meeting Jeff the Killer. It was hate at fist sight, you two were the worst enemies the world had ever seen. Torn by guilt, you become stuck between your feelings and your orders. What will you do, carry out Zalgo's mission and betray your friends? Stick up for what you believe in? Or risk your life to save them... THE SEQUEL 'THE SCARS OF LOVING YOU' OUT NOW EDITING (the story still makes sense) Cover made by me ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DISCLAIMER: I do not own CreepyPasta and I don't own you. Neither do I own the pictures I used for the cover, all credit to whoever made them. The Reader is initially described to be female but males welcome too! All ethnicity welcome. ATTENTION: If you are to copy this story in any way you could be punished by a large fine. WARNING: Censored cursing and violence

'"Jeff?" I ask. He didn't respond. I get up and walk to the door. He gets up and grabs his knife. "Jeff?!" I yell. "Shhhh no need to yell." He says. I look at him in horror. "It's okay doll, it'll only take a second." He says as he lunges at me. He stabs my stomach and I let out a blood curdling scream. I hold my stomach and try to get out of the room.' Started: March 15th, 2021 Status: Complete! I do not own any of the creepypasta characters, artwork, or music. (I'll say if anything is mine) I'm sorry if you read this. It absolutely sucks. Tell me if you notice something wrong so I can improve! Again, sorry.

'You know I'm not actually crazy,' His icy voice sent shivers throughout my body. 'Right?' Signals of warning spread like a forest fire inside my head. Something inside told me to get back, get away from this man, it's only logical, but I felt like I would regret it if I moved away from him. He can't kill me, he can't kill Tom. That was the agreement. I'm not afraid of you. You are only a man who's very troubled. A bad man who takes pleasure in other's pain. You've had bad things happen to you and that's why you are where you are. Simply traumatized and you cope with murder. 'I don't believe you.' __________________ (Name) was a girl who was considered troublesome. Her parents died in a car crash when she was eight years old and her Uncle Tom -who she cared for deeply- took her in. Tom was a business man, living his dream with nothing but good things to say. However, due to certain circumstances, he has to go to Europe. What happens when Tom gives (Name) a chance to live on her own at the age of 17 or move with him because of his job? What happens when a serial killer comes in the picture? What happens when (Name) puts herself on personal lock down? _____________________________ I do not own any of of the pictures! I do not own any of the characters! I do however, own the book itself! I hope you enjoy! :)

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

"𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦? 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵...𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘎𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱-𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵." Y/N has lived with quiet suffering - a loving face shown to the world, a bruised body hidden beneath her sleeves. Her stepfather's cruelty is her daily reality, and nobody believes her. College keeps her sane, her friends keep her grounded, and logic keeps her dismissing the rumors of a grinning killer lurking in the dark. But the night Jeff the Killer climbs through her window and doesn't kill her - everything unravels. He sees something in her eyes that she refuses to acknowledge: a darkness that mirrors his own. What starts as taunting becomes obsession. What starts as survival becomes something neither of them expected. Love, blood, and chaos - and she's only just beginning to smile.