Cover art by @MichealAnasson

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.

You were Vincent's younger sibling, though you jad kept your distance from your brother you had decided to move into his house for a bit because of some issues at your apartment back in Alabama, when Vincent and his group of friends started this weird exercise channel you didn't think much of it, hell you joined with them a couple times. But soon..things started to get creepy and unnatural. You tried to get out of Jersey to get out of everything but something pulled you back into the hellhole that your brother and his friends got themselves involved in..the most creepy part was When you got this weird little note on your bedside desk "Rabbit or Habit?" "Ok..what the actual fuck!?"

*Art on cover belongs to jumpingapples on Quotev* I shake out of fear and despair, watching as my captor knelt down in front of me. No one was around. No one but him. His gloved hand reaches out to me, gently caressing my cheek. The mask on his face hid all his emotions behind it. I flinch at his touch, my breathing becoming more ragged in a panicked manner. With a throat dry as the desert, I take a few deep breaths and muster up the courage to ask, "Wh-What do you want from me?". He releases a throaty chuckle which was slightly muffled by his mask. Inching closer to my face, he responds, "You."

!!! This book is old. For something not written like a dumb preteen, go read the rewrite! I also update that one, unlike this book! !!! Tuscaloosa, Alabama, your new home, is typically calm, quiet(in the way there isn't a bunch of children disappearing), according to individuals on the news. However, with your new entrance to this place, small children and teens end up missing, either found mutilated in wooded areas, such as Rosswood Park, or never seen again. At a store on the very outer edges of the town, you run into a man you're immediately drawn to, fearful of, challenged by, and intrigued by. You two have plenty of fun, yet after a week, things go south You two end up on the run, along with a friend of his. You were dragged into their constant running from it. You dragged yourself into its interest and desire. Screwing definitely got you screwed. !!!WARNING!!! This book is very mature, with lots of sex, cursing, fighting, gore, and even more. Please be careful of what you read. (There is a small bit of Hoodie/Brian x Reader as well, but mostly just Tim... Brian is just a hook up.)

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

Scopophobia: Scopophobia is an intense fear of being watched or looked at and can occur following a traumatic event or due to unknown causes In the forgotten town of Red Pine, a crumbling house hides the legacy of a man driven mad after surviving a mysterious asylum fire. Within its rotting walls lie cursed VHS tapes that show masked figures stalking the woods and committing brutal murders footage that feels too real to dismiss. The town itself whispers of disappearances, strange symbols carved into trees, and something watching from the shadows, leaving the question of whether the horror is born of the house, the woods, or something far older that lingers between them. Hoodie x reader, Masky x reader, ticci toby x reader

⌞‼⌝ I am actively working on going chapter by chapter and rewriting! ⌞‼⌝ ━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━ Bitter attraction isn't about love. It's about tension that never eases, desire that feels like a mistake, and wanting someone who could ruin you. ━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━ When Y/N wakes up trapped in a decaying mansion deep in the woods, she realizes pretty quickly that getting out isn't going to be easy. The Proxies aren't just dangerous, they're a twisted kind of family, bound together by violence, and rules. If she wants to survive, she has to learn how they work. And she does. What surprises her most is how easily she adapts. The mansion changes her. The constant tension, the fear, the lack of choices, it all pulls things out of her she didn't realize were there. Anger. Defiance. A darkness that makes becoming one of them feel less like a nightmare... and more like something inevitable. Masky watches it all happen. He's cold, controlling, and openly hostile, treating Y/N like a mistake that refuses to disappear. He keeps her at a distance while never truly letting her go, his restraint cracking just enough to be felt. Every interaction is charged, arguments that linger too long, silence that feels heavier than words, tension that twists into something ugly and addictive. What forms between them is toxic by nature. It's resentment wrapped around desire, control mistaken for care, attraction built on denial and restraint stretched to the breaking point. And the more Y/N becomes a Proxy, the more dangerous their dynamic grows, because she's no longer something fragile to protect. She's something that tempts him to lose control. This isn't a love story. It's what happens when control, desire, and bitterness twist together until letting go isn't an option anymore.

There was this river behind your house that would always calm you down whenever you had a bad day, it was far from your house but still remained on your property. You always sat down by the river and played in the stream, you found many things near the river and enjoyed collecting them. But after you find a working camera,everything changes..

☆ PART TWO IS NOW ON MY PAGE (Hybristophilia)!! <3 It was...horrific. Blood drenched his palms, the sleeves of his jacket, his face...especially on the blades of his hatchets. My heart stopped as I looked at him carefully step towards me, as if I were prey. Toby's brown eyes got even darker as his grip loosened from the hatchet in the boy's back. Did I ever mention that I find blood on men extremely attractive? AC: shatteredankles TW: There are topics of abuse in this story, so please read cautiously ☆