"A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism." - Georges Bataille. Jack has a, special, type of appetite; he devours kidneys. His twisted diet demands for victims, scalpels, and malevolent intuition. Stalking his prey for days on end, patience and precision is a virtue for ripping the unwilling donors apart, just before he stomachs their precious organs. On a warm, lonely night, the masked human eater is enchanted by the scent a stranger's insides give off, the odor captivating his taste buds into a savage frenzy. Finding flaws in simply ending her, Jack is intrigued when the stranger proposes an alluring proposition that demands his undivided attention. What Jack soon comes to realize is that like his appetite, there is something sick about her, and her very special kidneys...

[Completed] " You're so annoying", he suddenly says with pity in his eyes, analyzing my face in disgust. "I prefer to be annoying than a psycho like you!" "You don't know what you're missing, silly girl. My world is a psycho one, true, but so much interesting than yours." He grabs his knife, ready to stab me at any moment. I need to find something to say. Now. "Show me then." He looks at me with surprise and incomprehension. "What?" He pulls his knife away and I know I've won. "Show me your world. In return, I'll show you mine. I'll show you all the beautiful things in it. I'll show you how to be human again." And with that, my world has never been the same anymore. ******************** The character of Jeff isn't mine. Please note that it's a story about Jeff the Killer, but without all the creepypasta thing. I tried to imagine how he'd be if he lived in our real world. Sorry for the grammar mistakes, I'm not from an English speaking country.

*Under Construction- Starting January 16, 2022* Ever since the first encounter Luciana has had with the masked man, things have gotten rough, real fast. Now, she's forced to move out of her home and everyone she once knew and loved are forced to forget. Humanity's life rests in the hands, with the help of a few others in this new place she calls, "home." Luciana experiences things that no other being should. Along the way Lucy finds an old friend, loses the ones she loved dearly, and who knows, maybe she'll catch someone's eye; in a good way or bad though? ************************************** This story contains violence, alcohol and tobacco usage, explicit language and sexual references. **Cover photo found on Pinterest- it is NOT my photo. However, I did edit it (a LOT).** CreepyPastas do NOT belong to me! (Also Marble Hornets- just in case people really want to get technical) The OC's do belong to me. Also contains Urban Legends and the SCP Foundation!! Story started: January 13th, 2017 and will be continuing! Enjoy dolls.

I didn't write this but I have been given permission to post this all credit goes to Valentinesdaygreen and a link below to the original story origin http://valentinesdaygreen.deviantart.com/

Your house. It burned down, but how? Was it the figure.. in the window? Your parents died in the flames. You let tears well up in your eyes, you didn't want foster parents.. you didn't want to live. You ran into a dark, thick forest; and cried yourself to sleep.

Ten days? You have ten days left to live, but in those ten days, you have to act like you're dating him. What type of situation is that? A messed up one. Petty secrets... Incumbent lies... Weird, right? You don't even know this guy and, quite frankly, you're scared to death. It almost seems like fate is tempting you, slowly luring you into a black hole of what your life will soon be. But what will happen if Jeff seems to slowly attach himself to you? Will his protective actions be enough to keep away those dirty secrets and lies that are locked away in the barricades of his mind? Some lies may just be a cover, and some truths may lead to others, but there is an even bigger picture that you may not be alive to paint. Your life is about to turn into a nightmare. How many days will you last? (The reader is identified as female in this story. However, this does not mean other gender identities cannot read this.) -+- *1st Place in Jeff the Killer 2015 Summer Creepypasta Awards (@Creepypasta_Awards)* *1st Place in Creepy/Evil/Supernatural 2015 Summer xReader FanFiction Awards (@FanFiction_Awards)* *#210 in Fanfiction* -+- First book in the Killer Romance Series. (Jeff the Killer x Reader) I don't own Jeff the Killer and I don't own you. Most of the characters presented in this book do not belong to me. Picture used in the cover isn't mine. Credit to the creator. -+- 2023 UPDATE: I wrote this story almost 10 years ago when I was a teenager. Reading back through it now, I can see so many things I wish I wrote differently. So many things that I find just... cringy. It's one of the reasons I cannot complete the series. I really wish that one day I'll rewrite this entire thing to be more sensible. For now, I hope that you can enjoy what gave me so much joy as a teen. Thank you to everyone who has come back to leave such nice comments after so many years. I will return to writing one day.

Teagan is about to turn 18, and her parents have to leave their home in Texas to go California for 3 weeks when her uncle dies suddenly. Teagan is more than thrilled, as any teenager would be to be left alone so long. But with the weather being so bad, and her unknowingly being followed by someone, could this month really be as fun as she planned? Coming home from the park one night, she finds someone sleeping in her bed. She manages to knock him out and chain him up in her living room. How long before he manages to get out, and how long until she gives in to her growing desire to know him? She's not scared of him, yet he gives her every reason to be.

*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.

Poems about creepypasta [Highest #76 in poetry]

Stella Rosemary Scofield is your average lazy teenager. Ever since Stella was a little girl, she always believed the stars could grant your every desire. As Stella grew up with distant parents, she has been able to live a happy life by the side of her loving sister and two caring friends through the struggles of academics and social classes. She comes to realize school is the least of her worries as some one else's wish tears her life apart. When a mysterious boy appears one day, he proves to be the last string of hope to mend what has been broken. As their two worlds cross, consequences follow. But through it all, there are still the Stars of Tomorrow.