Zalgo is taking over the world and its up to Jane, an emo girl, to save it! Also, she meets a guy who she instantly LOOOOVVVVEEEESSS! Read now to find out what else happens in this AMAZING book!

If someone had told me that I would fall in love with a killer, I wouldn't have believed them. No. Back then, the thought of losing myself to such a person seemed stupid. Or even a bit far fetched. But ever since I lost my baby, I began to change. I could no longer feel anything, my heart so hollow that I couldn't even smile. She was like my world. My everything. I searched for an Angel who could save me. I searched for an Angel that would kill me, to rid me of this pain. But instead, I found a monster of the night. A monster that hid in every human's nightmares and dreams. He told me his name was Sexual Offenderman. And he said he would kill me, but it came with a choice. But after that, he spared me. And then I turned into a sad, love-struck fool that couldn't help but love the monster that lied to me, teased me, and used me for sexual satisfaction over and over. I can't stop loving him no matter how hard I try. It's impossible. How long can I, a love-struck fool, take a one-sided love with a monster? How long will it take before my heart completely breaks? And how long will I have to keep running away from the father of my unborn child?

Revenge. That is the only thing Michael Moss could think about after his mother's death. Eleven years ago, Michael's mother went missing after Michael told her a monster was under his bed. She told him it was going to be alright. But she was wrong. When she went to take 'the monster' down, she never came back. Now at the age of eighteen, Michael has leaned the truth. The WHOLE truth of why his mother went missing, of why his mother's family won't talk to him, and the reason why he looks so much like that insane, smiling bastard. ---- A cold, hair raising laugh sliced into the room, the sound of something trailing against the wall filling Michael's ears. "You look so much like your MOTHER, IT'S RIDICULOUS!!!" A rough voice yelled. Michael trembled against the chair, tugging desperately at the rope that bound his wrists. He wasn't going to die here. Not after what that monster did! --- *Mwahaha. New cover. It's hand drawn by me, so... please don't steal* Just changed the plot. Sorry~

Hailey has what she calls a sufficient enough life. She has an understanding mother, an amazing younger brother and a loving older brother. To top it off, she is one of the most popular girls in school, well loved by her fellow peers and a definite possible candidate for head cheerleader. Until he comes. Hailey suddenly finds herself thrust into a desperate position where she has to work for a psycho killer who is threatening to kill her family and everyone she cares about if she doesn't play his 'game.' But, what he calls a game is a dangerous gamble between her loved ones life and her purity of mind.

**PREQUEL TO THE DEAR MY SANITY SERIES** I'm not your average guy. Besides the outrageously weird name of Falin and the fact that my hair is whiter than Slenderman's face, I must be sure to mention that I live the killer's life. I must also say that it's simply. . . the best. Just going around, killing. Torturing. I couldn't have asked for a better life. Not to mention the fact that I get to hang out with the craziest psychos in the world. Score one for me! Two if you want to count the fact that I'm the proxy of none other than Slenderman himself. As a matter of fact, you might have heard of my crazy psycho friends from that one website, Creepypasta, I think it was called. You know, the people who go by the name of Eyeless Jack, Slenderman, Laughing Jack, Hoodie, Masky, etc. Recently, we've gotten a new addition. You might have heard of him too. His name is Jeff the Killer.

*FIRST BOOK IN THE Dear My Sanity SERIES* "Look at your hands. Their blood is on your hands." Jamie stares at her blood covered hands. She clenches her jaw, a muffled scream coming from her. I let her scream but I look around, knowing the police would come soon. If she wants to avoid being caught, she needs to get over her little crisis already. "Get up," I say quickly, going over and grabbing onto her arm to pull her up. "Come on, the police will be coming soon. You're not going to jail." She struggles against me, screaming, "No! You're going to kill me if I go with you." "This all can be erased," I insisted. The wailing of sirens tells me I need to convince her quickly. Jamie pauses, thinking hard. "Fine," she says. "Let's go then." I say no more as I run. She picks up my pace and follows me as I lead her away from her first murders and into her new life. I think it's one she'll fit well into.

**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. ~*~*~

One boy. One boy with thousands of mental disorders. One boy with an obsession for cracking his neck. One boy against the world. Where's your petty insults now, America? his name is Ticci Toby, and you'll never find him. Because the boy you used to know is long gone

**SECOND BOOK IN THE Dear My Sanity SERIES** "That explains a lot." "I bet it does." The mask prevents me from seeing her face but I can just tell she is smiling at me; at my misery. It makes me want to tear her apart limb from limb. But, I restrain myself. It would do me no good to waste energy with her. I got the information I wanted and now I have to go. My mom needs me. "Is that all?" I growl, smacking her hand away. "Yes, it is." "Good," And then I punch her in the face. ~*~*~