This is going to be a book about a girl who finds herself trapped in a house with some of the world's most notorious horror/slasher characters. This book is going to include the following characters: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Norman Bates, Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface) and occasionally mentions of others such as Carrie, Brahms Heelshire and many more. I posted a oneshot version of this in my Slasher Preferences Book 2 so if you haven't seen that go check it out or check out my other books for more slasher material. Hope you enjoy this!

Jason Voorhees forever haunted camp crystal lake. Murdering anyone who step foot on his ground. Blake bored of his mundane life comes looking for a death wish decides to pay the masked killer a visit. Will Blake get what he wants? Or is this just another way for Blake to get fucked in the ass (literally). (THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR SENSITIVE MORONS) (YES THERE IS A LOT OF SPELLING MISTAKES AND GRAMMAR ISSUES, I WILL FIX ONCE THE BOOK IS COMPLETELY) (IF YOU ARE SMART ENOUGH TO POINT THEM OUT, THEN SURELY YOU CAN READ THROUGH THEM, THIS IS WATTPAD NOT ENGLISH CLASS)

[edited version of Doctor for the Mafia] Ila Archer was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in New York. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility for the 'walking patient' incident. After a full month, Ila runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity. ----- "Look, you're a doctor-" He started. "Was." I corrected. "I was a doctor." "You can still be," he said, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Look, you can work for us, and I'll pay triple the amount you were earning at that lousy hospital." "Us?' I asked. Who was he? How exactly does he plan on paying me triple? He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inwards. My face inches away from his chest. With his free hand, he was gently tucking my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. "The Mafia."

What happens when a bunch of killers are forced to live together? BATTLE OF THE KILLERS is a reality show that follows Betinia Woods, a girl kidnapped and forced to live in an underground bunker with twelve other killers. The bunker is equipped with hundreds of cameras and microphones that follow the killers every move. Every week, the killers must participate in challenges and other activities to gain points. The four killers with the most points get to leave the bunker. How do you get the most points? By killing the other contestants. ↬ Winner of over ninety Wattpad Awards ↬ First Draft

Now, I've been hungover before. I've experienced the entire earthly spectrum of emotion that comes with the joys of drinking until you can't stand. I've seen, felt, smelt and heard things that upon reflection a sober human being wouldn't necessarily do. There was very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions whilst recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something vile. And I can honestly say that was a first for me. His eyes turned black like ink, his teeth extending to sharp points as dark veins began forming up his neck, crawling to join in a tangled web of visible webbing beneath his skin. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had now become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" --- Danielle Perkins knows more than most about how truly unfair the world can be. After years of training and serving in the military, she is ultimately discharged from duty and settles down for civilian life in the bustling city of New York. A far cry from her terror filled past, it takes some time but she finally begins to get her life back together. That is until she's faced with a world that at no point was she ever trained for, and faced with a man that she was in no way ready for.

[Book One] Hart is supposed to be alone. His dark world has no room for another. Especially not his new victim, Riley. But this time it's different, and there's no going back once this twisted romance unveils.

Blood splattered the ceiling giving it a new makeover . I looked at the severed pieces of flesh scattered across the floor and my eyes landed on the lump of flesh in the corner , bathed in its own blood ..I smirked rubbing my bloodied hands on my jeans 'Good riddance.. no one wanted u anyway ' I walk out the room leaving a snail trail of blood

*** Highest Rank #13 in Adventure Dr. Alice Hatter makes perfect human beings out of household appliances and kitchen ingredients. She calls them her Perfections because to stay alive, they need to physically feed on insecurities and what better food product has a high source of Vitamin-I? Humans. On her journey to terminate the Perfections, she realizes someone else is creating her Perfections. Someone who was once her perfect being.

Madness can only be written in blood. //#1 in Horror, #1 in Action, #34 in Humour and WATTY AWARD WINNER: One of the Most Addictive Stories of 2014 and Featured Story//A Horror Comedy by 8tracks// You can't spell 'manslaughter' without 'laughter'. An adventure in which she takes great pleasure in seeing a whole lot of blood. CAUTION: Contains sick humour and terrifying insanity. Thus, no lighthearted readers allowed. // Are you ready? Because "some say to survive, you have to be Mad As A Hatter." Cover by @xHeyItsAnnax amazing trailer by @carpe-di3m

You fell on your knees as Jeff had the gun on his hand,aiming at your head. "What are you waiting for?!! Shoot me already!" you yelled at him. "I can't! Especially to you Y/N!!" he said as he stopped aiming at your head. You sighed "Fine,if you won't do it... I will" you quickly kicked the gun off his hand and catched it in mid-air. Aiming at your head while holding the trigger and smiling while a tear rolling down your eye, "Goodbye Jeff" you plainly say. "NO Y/N YOU IDIOT--" A loud BANG was heard all over the forest.