"I didn't do it." You said, your voice flat as the ground beneath you. "Prove it then." He said, his voice raspy like he had a cold. "I don't know how." Your tone was the exact same as before he spoke. "Which means it was you." a smile crossed his face. "Prove it." You couldn't help but grin as you used his eyes against him. "You left a trail of bloody footprints." He said triumphantly. You growled at him. "Damn you..." You hissed through gritted teeth. "I didn't do it." He said mockingly. "I didn't do it." Your voice returned to its original robotic tone.

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[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.

《1st Place in Sally category - Fall Awards 2016 | Admin's Choice - CreepyPasta_Awards》 "You can't leave the horror behind; it's a part of you." Sally Williams was a young, bright girl until she met a cruel fate by the hands of a man with cruel desires. Ever since she died, the horror comes back to her, over and over again, like a reoccurring nightmare. This child, scarred by her past, is engulfed by a powerfully wicked anger and an urge that she doesn't yet understand. In her search for answers, she only comes across more questions. Crossing paths with killers doesn't seem to make her situation any easier, despite the help some of them offer. Plagued with immortality, little Sally will be met with decisions that may forever haunt her. With eternity in sight, what can a young girl do? What does she most desire, and what will it take to get it? ~*~*~*~*~Praise for For All of Eternity~*~*~*~*~ "Can't stop the tears...This is so real, that's why it hurts so much...Bittersweet and beautiful. And oh so much sorrow..." ~LokisPuppet "Thank you so much for writing this. Honestly, not a lot of stories--much less, fanfiction--give me a new perspective on the world..." ~pastel-feels "Rereading this because it's one of the few creepypasta fan fiction that doesn't give into the stereotypes. You portray each character as if they were your own, honestly. I've never seen someone get their personalities so down pat." ~Anonymous "Omg!!! Literally all I can say is oh my gosh!...this was such a beautifully written story. I can't even put into words how good it was." ~lizthecraze

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~