Loving a killer (creepy pasta love story)

I look up at the man who had a blade to my throat. But the only thing, it wasn't a man. It was a monster! His skin was bleach white, his eyes were burned black around them, his white hoodie covered in blood. I looked up into his eyes. He looked into mine as well. "I-I'm sorry" is all he said then ran off. He was...bea...

Creepy Pasta

These are stories, True? Maybe. You find out yourself. So grab a blanket, turn out the lights... It's Creepy pasta time! I don't own any of the stories and the credit goes directly to the original owners.