[Highest Rank ~ #1 in Fanfiction] 7/18/2016 BOOK ONE → "YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE ME!" He screamed. You stared down at the silver pistol that was dangling in his hands. You watched the man that had the fate of your life in his hand. You were beyond scared. the man in front of you was handsome yet fatal. His face was something you've never seen before but the shiny contraption in his hand snapped you out of your thoughts. "I DONT LOVE YOU & I NEVER WILL!" You shouted at the top of your lungs, all of sudden becoming brave. Once you saw his face, you regretted your bravery. "Take it back." He whispered while holding the gun up to your head. A tear streamed down his face as you watched his shaky hand clutch onto the trigger. + Copyright 2015. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

Begging won't work, it only brings him more satisfaction. Crying will only prolong your life in the slightest, but at that point you'll wish you were dead. Being quiet only makes him know you're trying to be strong, though you're failing and you both know it. Nothing ever works, in this house of madness. Once you've stumbled upon the door step, you'll wish you had listened to the saying "curiosity killed the cat". Because in this house, you're the cat, also known as his prey. You'll never leave, never escape. Few make it past midnight, even less make it pass 2:00 a.m. Almost no one makes it past 4:00 a.m., and no one, has made it to the morning.

He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.

The last time he had left it up to the police, murderers walked free. The judicial system was completely messed up - they misstated facts, let suspects slip through their fingers, used community resolutions to deal with criminals, let law-breakers off etc. Someone had to take matters into their own hands, and Harry was more than willing to do so. Unlike her parents, Gwen tried her hardest to steer clear of illegal activity. Even though her parents weren't exactly law-abiding individuals (as a matter of fact, they were far from it) she would stop at nothing to protect them from the brutal and grimly inventive games of The Educator. Even if it meant she might end up in one of the savagery traps.

At 5, she wanted to be a princess. At 7, she wanted to be an astronaut. At 10, she wanted to be a singer. At 13, she wanted to be happy. At 16, she wanted to be dead. Kylie Johnson suffered from depression, on top of about 5 other disorders. She's always had a hard time asking for help. She never asked for it, wanting to do everything by herself. She's been self harming since she was about 12. She attempts suicide weekly. She's never succeeded. In school, Kylie sticks to herself. She only has one friend. Someone who has been there for her since she could remember. Her best friend Chloe has been there trough thick and thin. Chloe's everything to Kylie. When Kylie gets close to the new kid at her school, will he stay, or leave like everyone else did?

A sort creepypasta I wrote. Care to give it read and leave a comment? Or a rate?

"The most frightening story I have ever read", "Terrifying", "I never want to sleep alone again", "The first time I have read a story which has made my heart race", "Brilliantly written", "Honestly the most gripping story I've read in a long time, from the very first line to the very last. I think everyone that read this can say this is in their list of worst fears.", "This was utterly brilliant. Terrifying and compelling all the way through.", "You made me want to burn my bed and run". - Reddit Users An account of the most horrifying experience I have ever had. I was a child at the time, but only now do I feel safe enough to even speak of what occurred, during the night, at bedtime. In the darkness something lurked. God help me if it was all real.

short story. FINISHED.