As a child, you had an imaginary friend named Dark. He would tell you to do things, things like draw on the sofa, or write naughty words on the wall with felt tip markers. One day, he told you to do something which he had never suggested before. He told you to kill someone. After that, you stopped talking to him. He would yell at you, telling you to listen to him and pay attention. Soon after, he disappeared. You are now 24. You moved to L.A to start a new life. However, someone came in uninvited.

You're a university (college) student when you are told that your normal teacher has left and you are assigned a new one. Being the sassy little shit you are, you get into a lot of trouble. Maybe more trouble than you had hoped. Highest Ranking in FanFiction #20

"They're just nightmares, get over yourself...you are not special.." "Not special?? You're the most special human I've ever laid eyes on," a shadowed figured spoke from the corner of the room.

Before him, I used to love being afraid. I wasn't your average girl; I played the most terrifying games, read the most riveting thrillers, and watched every horror film I could get my hands on. I was in love with the sheer exhilaration that fear afforded me; when I was afraid, I was alive. Of course, that's an easy hobby to have when you get your thrills from watching it happen to someone else. It was all fun and games when I was the one turning the pages, manipulating the controls, sitting at home wrapped in a blanket in front of a T.V. screen as I lived a nightmare vicariously through the characters. Being scared was fun because I knew none of it was real. There was a clear line between fantasy and reality. Turn off the T.V., close the book, quit the game, and I was in control again. I was safe, like always. I could walk away, laughing and alive. I used to love being afraid... Until it wasn't a game anymore. My name is Jericho Andromeda Winters, and this is my story.

"I'm not your toy!!" my voice was hoarse from screaming. "Not my toy? Is that really what you think?! You're right!" Dark sat in front of me, kneeling. "A toy you can play with, you're everything to me. I can make you do anything I want, and you'll like it, princess"

What would you do if you met your favorite Youtuber? Scream? Twenty-one year-old Claire Golding did, but not in the way you’d expect. She was one of Markiplier’s biggest fans, and she had been dreaming of meeting him for over a year before she finally did encounter him in real life. However, she quickly found out that he’s not the kind of person everybody thinks he is… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zNkivNlkjj8