[1st installment of the KP Series] Elizabeth always knew she was a special sort. Her family and friends knew too. She's an introvert and feels like a weirdo wherever she goes, even in her own home. But what happens when she encounters a man known to the world as a notorious monster? Jeff the killer. She never thought he was real; only stories told at school to freak people out. And now that he's come into her life, she'll discover just why she's so special. Monsters, killers, wraiths, and supernatural entities--how special can one get? There will be love, and loss, and triumph, and hope, all for a greater purpose: The human realm needs a protector, and that's Elizabeth. --- [S E Q U E L : Cruel & Blue (Eyeless Jack story)] *****-1st Place in Jeff the Killer-***** Cover art by: Asur-Fallinplim on deviantArt Disclaimer: Most, if not all, CreepyPastas presented throughout this story do not belong to the author. All credit goes to the original creators of those characters, anonymous or not.

Heyy this will be pretty soon because I have another one yeahhhh anyway Byezzz

[[DO NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOUVE READ BOOK ONE]] [[BOOK ONE: LIZZY THE REAPER]] [[BOOK TWO: REAPER BACK FROM THE GRAVE]] • ••••••••••••••••••••D I S C O N T I N U E D•••••••••••••••••••••• [People in white masks walked around the room, some drew my blood; while others checked my skeleton arm and tried to understand how it worked. "Her blood seems to be a stable condition ..." a masked man said to someone watching in the corner of the room with a black mask. The person nodded and asked "have you figured out how she able to even use that arm?" "Not yet, sir. We're still trying to understand it all" The black masked man nodded and turned to leave the room.]

Mack was finally fed up with her parents consent arguing. She couldn't take it no more so she ran off only to meet a mysterious and kind girl. What will happen now? And what adventures might they go on? Okay so this is my first fanfic and does have creepypastas in it so don't worry. And sorry if I mess something up. Hope you enjoy! EDITED AND COMPLETED

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I am just another average girl who wakes up with none other than Jeff the Killer on her chest. No big deal right?! Sup, my name is Mirai. After pinnig Jeff the Killer to the ground apparently I have potential to become another Creepypasta member. All the Creepypastas live in a mansion deep in the Slender woods. Yes they all exist. After a while there, I learn to hunt, I learn to become friends with them, I even learn to love one of them. Now with my new life in horror, I realize... Not every horror is terrible exept for the ones I face along the the way.

Picture this: You're alone in your house with your parents away for occasion. And right now you are practically texting away in your phone or playing video games like what every teenager would do. But here's the catch, You don't know where and/or who are your parents, you don't have friends, you don't own any phones, gadgets, etc. And you're basically living all alone in a run down apartment, somewhere in the outskirts of town near the woods, away from society. You can ALMOST relate this situation to Aoi Moriyama, A 17-year-old with a complicated past, a criminal record at a young age and has a major sweet tooth. One night, she met an uninvited guest-some kind of killer, rather-who is known as a "Creepypasta" in her apartment, and started dragging her to a home filled with Creepypastas just like him, which will leave Aoi a long roller coaster ride. Will she be able to deal with a family like this? A dysfunctional family? The Creepypastas include: Jeff the Killer, Slenderman, Eyeless Jack, Ben Drowned, Sally, Smile Dog, Masky, Hoodie, and Ticci Toby. Previously known as 'Living With Killers' (ALL RIGHTS RESERVED)

**THIRD BOOK IN THE DEAR MY SANITY SERIES** I look down at the grave stone. It was a simple one, polished marble with a name, date of birth and death date. Off to the side is a short song. I sink to the ground in front of her grave. "Hey," I begin awkwardly. I've never visited or spoken to a dead person. "It's me. Jeff. I don't really know why I decided to visit. It just felt like something I needed to do. "Uhm, I just . . . Wanted to say thank you. For your amazing daughter. You know, I only met you once but you never said anything bad about me or told Jamie she should leave me. You always convinced her to give me another chance. I never realized how much I actually owe to you. But, it's too late now. The only thing I can do now is keep my promise. I'll take good care of Jamie. I love her. She means everything to me. "Thank you." With that, I get up and leave. ~*~*~

Kira's a creepypasta?! Whaaaaaaat?! Welp, more craziness for everyone. Let the craziness, commence! ~.~.~.~.~ Sequel of "Living With The Creepypastas"

10 year old Tiff is a creepy pasta fangirl.. She read the stories and even draws pictures of them. But, she gets bullied because she likes it. People make fun of her favorite characters and she HATES that the most. The bullying gets so bad, that she blackouts in the middle of the street. But then she realizes that the creepy pasta stories she loves are more the fiction. She finds out that she might be descended from the Singer of The Death, a mysterious creepy pasta. Is she? Could this be her family? Read to find out! WARNING: THIS STORY IS ABOUT ADVENTURE, HATCHETS, AND A WHOLE LOT OF CHEESECAKE