The one thing every living creature has in common is fear. Fear keeps us alive, drives us forward, and makes us still. Jeff the Killer thought he knew everything about fear. He was an artisan, and fear was his craft. Until the day he met the girl who didn't feel fear at all. COVER ART BY KAWACY ON DEVIANTART

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Let her go. She's scared of me She wasn't ever suppose to meet me. Okay... If it makes her life better...I'll let her go. But...At the back of my head One small tiny voice whispered these words... "She needs you. You can't leave her alone" ----------- He was a monster He killed for fun. A sadistic murderer Yet every part of my body still desired him. He was a drug to me. Everytime he touched me I would want more and more. I felt like I would go insane without him. On a cold stormy night, Y/N had gotten lost in the forest. After walking around, she finally met face to face with a infamous killer Ticci Toby. They both felt a connection with each other when their eyes had met each other. Who knew this day would change both of their lives forever? #1 in Creepypasta August 3rd 2018 WARNING MATURE CONTENT IN THIS STORY Part of the Dead Creepypasta series. Each book can be read alone :) the cover of this book doesn't belong to me. I don't know the artist I just randomly googled Toby and grabbed a random photo Yes me 10/10 author B) SECOND BOOK Jesus freaking Christ. This book is going to use female pronouns for the reader

I love you, but you can never love me. I wish I could meet you, soulmate. Jeff the Killer has found someone he wants to protect, but can't seem to fathom those feelings. He can't even seem to get a grip on them. Read on to find out what happens next.

Y/N is a forgotten name. Nobody knows her. Why would they care anyway? Suicide is a funny concept; just a pull of a trigger and everything would go away, but in this case some golden strings would be the difference between her life and death. (Updates will come random, last time I wrote chapters consistently I became very stressed. Please understand that I have a lot going on in my life (softball, violin, school, social life, keeping myself mentally stable, and keeping up with my fitness goals) and I don't always have time to write)

The story of your old friend who died is floating around. The facts have have been changed. The story has become twisted. And only you know the truth. When you find your friend again, all is not as it seems...

(ʙᴇɴ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) . . . . . ''ʏᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴅ; |written 4yrs ago

Your a teenage girl gamer. You beat everyone at every game you knew. You have a bit of sadness inside for only one reason. Your father left. One day you get a small package with a game you've never heard of. As you play the strange game....something strange happens...

you already know what it isss.