"Shit, shit! Why did you stab me!?" I exclaim, laying on the floor with my hand grasping my side, not really putting thought into what I'm saying anymore. "Well what did you think I came here to do!?" He still has his knife out, pointed out towards me. I grab the closest object and hold it out in front of me, this just so happens to be a can of hairspray. "No, you stay back there, I don't want you doing any more damage than you've already done." He falters for a second and stares at the can of hairspray before looking back at me, "I am a murderer, this is my job...you know what this is just getting annoying." - An 18yr old serial killer under the name of "Jeff The Killer" has been tormenting a small town in southern Mississippi for around a month now. He didn't know why he decided to target this town, he just needed to blow off some steam. He didn't want to be controlled anymore, he needed something different. When he meets (Y/n), and fails to kill him, will he actually find someone that understands him? (Y/n), also 18yrs old, is stuck in a house with an emotionally and physically abusive step sister, an avoidant step brother, a Dad who seemed to care more about his work and social status then his son, and a distant step mother. On the outside he looks perfect, he seems to have everything handed to him. On the inside though, however much he may think he's a saint, it's all a ruse to hide his homicidal thoughts. He prays for something new, something that will save him from the drone of life. However the way that prayer is answered might not be what he intended, but what he needs. (a/n): The version of this story with my own oc is on Ao3. ⚠️Will include violent scenes ⚠️ Tw: slurs cover art by shatteredankles on instagram

First of all, I do not own any characters within this book -- only a few minor characters are of my creation. The Creepypasta characters are all owned by their respective creators which do not include myself. It began with a nightmare: a sea of blood and mountains of corpses as far as the eye could see. Ever since then, nightmares have become reality. After your wishes for something interesting to happen in your life, it comes at a dire cost. You have been thrown into a war happening under the nose of every human in the world despite the lives of them all being at stake. There is no turning back. Peace does not last long. You are in a strange new world: a world where the strong eat the weaklings alive. The only comfort you have in this cruel world is a company of killers, manipulators, and beings of uncertain origins. How will you end this war? In blood? Or in love? P.S. The POV will be in 1st person. This is simply my preference when it comes to writing stories. Hopefully this will be to your liking and, if you have come back to these types of Creepypasta fanfics often, that this gets you excited to see something new!

(Y/N) (L/N). The outcast. The "ghost kid". The only person who could actually see a ghost. His name was Ethan. The ghost was always by (y/n)'s side. One day (y/n) see's a man carrying a box inside of the empty house beside him. With his mom forcing him to meet the new neighbors, he meets Benjamin Lawman. The two become best friends along with Jeff. As the three boys, (y/n) and Ben, were playing video games Ben got a text and announced Ben had to go to the lake with his dad. (Y/N) couldn't go because he had detention. ______ "WHAT?!" I scream. "I-I'm sorry. I was putting on my swimsuit a-and the next thing I know Ben was g-gone!" His father sobbed. I ran upstairs and slammed my door. I shed I few tears. I felt Ethan draw circles on my back. Ben was dead. He had drowned in the lake. ______ When Jeff kills his family and becomes wanted it leaves you alone. You didn't know what to do. One day while you walk through the woods, you come across the rake. Scared for your life, you run. You find an old abandoned mansion. You ran into it, hoping to be safe from the monster. What you didn't know was that you ran into a killer infested mansion. You're the seme/top in this.

(y/n) lived the normal 16year old life, everyone hates him he hates everyone, he gets bullied often, and it went like this everyday. he lives with his abusive parents. he had always wanted to kill them. but one day everything changed....

(M/N). A young boy who is unable to speak. Not able to make a sound. To make up for it he has amazing art skills. His parents hated it. They didn't want to pay for lessons to speak.They wanted a child who could talk. Not someone who "waists their time on childish things like drawing." They didn't want to have this.... mistake of a child. They thought they deserved a normal child. So they had another child. Who COULD speak. And they absolutely spoiled and loved him. So Rick naturally was a jerk. Which caused (m/n) to one day crack and lose his sanity after a long beating. He becomes the true demon inside him when it comes to killing. His inner psychopath. As (m/n) walks through the forest, unsure of what to do next, he meets a tall man. A man who could enter (m/n)'s mind. A man who had no face. That man took (m/n) in, into a mansion of killers just like himself. And (m/n) couldn't feel more like at home. (M/N) makes lots of friends. But one caught his eyes the first time they met. The tall man was introducing (m/n) to the rest of the killers. (M/N) saw that most of them had masks. But one particular blue mask caught his eyes. He walked over to the taller male and stared at him in curiosity. He then lifted his hand and reached for the mask. Only to be stopped by a strong hand. "What are you doing?" The taller male lowly growled. (M/N) backed up in fear. Will (m/n) and Jack become friends? Enemies? Or.... Lovers?

My mom decided it was time for me to start doing summer camps...yay. But this camp is weird this one is different

knowing Toby Rodgers will not be a happy ending, there's too much broken, too much to fix. How is someone suppose to forgive all the things he's done wrong, and accept the little done right? Simply accepting the existence of him is accepting failure, in keeping him sane, and yourself safe.

(This is a Puppeteer X Female Reader X Bloody Painter, it wouldn't let me put Bloody Painter at the end!!) What happens when the popular group flirts and tries to get to you? What are they up to? Will they hurt you? Are they trying to be the world's Heart breakers? I'm not telling you! Read to find out!

His h/c hair flowed into the classroom. His eyes bright and smile brighter. Helen thought he would go blind. This boy was as cheerful as the sun, and when the two made eye contact, Helen knew it would be troublesome. Y/N liked Helen, but Helen did not feel the same. He didn't know why y/n wanted to be his friend so bad. Even through Helen's harsh attempts to get the male away from him, he still stayed. Still talked with him, still cracked stupid jokes, still insisted on sharing his snacks, still invited him to his house, still protected him from bullies, still tried to become like Helen. Why did he have to become so precious? ××× Slow updates. • Contains violent and possibly triggering topics. Each chapter with these contain warnings for your safety. •