Rats. Filth and vermin. That's what we are. We're the rats, those who scurry around to avoid attention and pick at the scraps. We're the lowest of the low, the bottom of the food chain. That's all we are to them. And as I sit here, death ringing in my ears, I realize that when he came, we became so much more. Because us rats are the only ones who could figure out Lin's stupid riddle. Ratings as of 1-4-23 #1 in deadlyclass #2 in adventure-fiction #3 in action-fiction #3 in brandylynn #4 in masterlin #9 in sayakuroki

It's over. The Grabber's dead, the bodies of the deceased boys have been found, and it's all over. But the nightmare is real. Every night for the past month, Amy has suffered from horrendous nightmares. It's over, she tells herself, but that doesn't change the past. It doesn't change the ghosts that beckon her back to the place it all started. It doesn't change the horrors that seem to curse her every time she closes her eyes. If it's really over, why does it feel like it is not? **sequel to The Red Witch

Amy is cursed. Every boy she talks to seems to go missing a.k.a abducted by the masked killer, the Grabber. At school, everyone avoids her, they're afraid to go near her for fear they may be next. But one day Amy discovers herself in the Grabber's arms and everything just goes downhill from there. The characters don't belong to me. I did write in some backstories for the boys, that weren't in the original movie so don't come for me. Enjoy :)

Winnie Cooper lives in North Dakota and loves it with all her heart. But job opportunities force her family to move to Tulsa, Oklahoma, in the year 1964. There she meets a gang of boys that make Tulsa feel more like home than North Dakota ever did.

When it comes to being alone, Alexandra Willow Mason is an expert. But being alone is not always the best option when the world is crawling with the undead. Not to mention, it's been almost a year since the apocalypse started. And as the brother-sister duo of Alexa and Chase stick together with the group of survivors they met in the fall, the world seems just a little less lonely.

When the dead started walking she was alone. Alone with her baby brother. Alone with her thoughts. Alone with the dead... Alone. A word Alexa grew quite acquainted with... Until she wasn't alone.