Crazed: (verb)- wildly insane or excited. He just wanted her to feel affection like he feels towards her, but she only wanted to run from fear. The door flung open, only to see a sight I'll never forget. Bright blood dripped down the masked man's arm, as he drug a paintbrush through it, creating streaks on his skin. A large empty canvas sat in front of him, some of his blood smeared across it, going in different directions. I shut the door closed not wanting to see further, my heart painfully beating. "Damn it, mouse!" Run. WARNING: This book contains explicit scenes, such as: use of violence, deranged thoughts, and scenes. If one is not comfortable with the following list, I do not recommend you to read. If you do read, please remember it's supposed to be a horror, and contain things like these. All Rights Reserved to xAlyOmax, 2015 ©

❝Do you believe in the Boogeyman?❞ #50 in Horror Cover made by: myself

"don't say goodbye. not today."

She's new to town, he has lived in the same town for years. She's innocent, he's tainted. She's a teenager, he's a ghost. He haunts the playground looking for his key. Cover by : soundthealarm © All rights reserved © Copyright 2015-2016 * Prologue - Chapter 15 are edited.* ** Sequel : Boathouse ** *** This is a SHORT STORY thus the story may seem a bit rushed. ***

Blue lightening cracks across the dark night sky, illuminating the hospital hallways. A deep rumble of thunder shakes the earth below, the strong force seems to be shaking the old walls of the creaky and rusting hospital. I walk silently down the quiet hallways, leaky pipes dripping water being heard around the hall as the heavy droplets fall to the cement floor. My white nurse shoes tapping ever so lightly against the cold floor as I make my way down the deadly silent hallway. The thunder claps loudly once more, sending a light shiver down my spine as the second flash of lightening lights up the hospital. I dig the keys out of my uniform pocket, clutching tightly to the small object, as I come closer and closer to the door I fear to enter alone. My breathing becomes rapid and my heart rate picks up dramatically. I turn the key in the lock and open the creaky door, only to reveal the man sitting in the middle of the four walled room, his smile is chilling as I enter...

Odd... Some people write love letters on paper... Not skin.

❝You stand in front of a mirror,❞ she said. ❝And you call his name four times.❞ (New, less confusing and very much edited version of Mirror Game) germanyharry © 2014/15/16

[Harry Styles AU] "Adeline. . . Who are you talking to, sweetheart?" The mother nervously gripped her apron as she watched her daughter speak to no one in particular. "Mommy, I made a new friend! He says people call him misfit, but only I can call him Harry." • All the red flags she ignored. Moving into a new town, buying the abandoned house right in front of the tall forest. Her daughter was not safe. But, it was too late. His eyes were set on her. Claiming her. She would be his forever. » slow updates for now «

I watch you lay your head to rest. Where I am, you'll never guess. Waiting for just the right time. When you close your eyes. That's when you're mine

"I knew you were scared." "He tried to murder me, of course I'm scared." ----- A story about a game that no one wanted to play. {5SOS fanfic} By sadbadrad ideas for this book came from out of my brain. please dont steal them and claim they came out of yours