"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: #102 creepypasta !! Cover art is by @6raveyard on twitter/X !!

Please give this book a chance :) After the nightmare you had you were a mess of tears. Maybe you shouldn't have stayed up reading those Creepypasta stories. After wiping away your tears you got up and grabbed your phone to check what time it was. As your phone blinded you with its light on the screen you let your eyes adjust to it. Once they did you saw that is was 2:00 a.m. "What the-?" You asked out loud to yourself. You put your phone down and turned your lamp on your bedside. When you were about to get up to splash water on your face you saw someone outside. "What the hell is a person doing outside this early in the morning? Are they crazy or something?! Do they know that there are serial killers on the loose?!" Suddenly a tall figure in a white hoodie came behind the person. You went down on your knees and watched from the window. The strange figure hid behind the car that was parked in driveway. The person left their door open and the strange figure walked into the house unseen. "How fucking oblivious can you possibly be?!" You whisper yelled. When you were about to get up from your knees, you started hearing female screams. You went back down on your knees and saw the figure come out of the house. The once white hoodie was now red. He ran out of the house, but then looked at you through your window. You made eye contact. Never blinking. You couldn't see much, but there was enough moon light to see the everlasting smile that was carved into his face. You broke the staring contest and went to your phone remembering that you heard about him on the news and online. You opened your phone and figured out who he was. "Jeff the Killer." You whisper to yourself with a bit of fear in your voice. ⚠️WARNING⚠️: INCLUDES CUSSING, GORE, AND MATURE SCENES. THE COVER IS NOT BY ME. IF YOU ARE THE CREATOR AND WISH FOR ME TO TAKE IT DOWN I WILL DO SO. **Will include Female pronouns, but fill with what is preferred** HIGHEST RANK: #1 in jeffthekiller