Childkiller Stories

(Art doesn't belong to me !! I found it on Pinterest and the creator was not stated anywhere in the description. If you find the creator please let me know so I can give creds !) TW: cursing, depictions of gore, loss of a husband/family members, drvgs and abuse Your 14 year old self is spending a summer at your grandparents, you discovered a boy you liked, things go further until he makes something tragic happen. You don't forgive him in that moment, you've turned him away. Until you meet again, he's different, not how you remembered him. Obviously, you were 14, you've now both changed. Adults. You're lured in, you feel things for him.. love, desire. Things go up a notch, you're both fascinated by eachother. So inlove. one night, he's at work, his shift ends 6am. It's 10:45am, where is he? He's not home? Will you ever find out what has happened to your soon to be husband? ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST WATTPAD STORY SO DONT JUDGE... anyways, please enjoy ! And leave any (CONSTRUCTIVE) criticism in the comments ily 💞🫂

TRIGGER WARNING: HORROR Once a preschool teacher... Now a circus star who's mind randomly goes insane. I might publish more of his story in the future!

Like all parents, Maemae's mother always told her to "always look your best". She instilled these rules so heavily in the young girl's head that, eventually, she associated everyone's appearance with their character! In other words, no matter what you do, good or bad, if you are dressed properly you won't get in trouble.

The house sits on the Denbigh Moors of North Wales. Within it, something waits. Something cruel but patient. Something that cannot be denied or killed. Doug and Joanne Moore have moved to North Wales with their two daughters, eight-year-old Raine and four-year-old Ivy. They hope to make a fresh start in the cheap house next to the lake. Perhaps there, Doug can defeat his demons and control his drinking. Almost immediately, a strange doll begins tormenting Ivy, threatening the child with a terrible end. Doug's attempt to rid his family of the doll turns ugly when the worried father is himself attacked by a creature out of local nightmare-an eighteenth-century revenant known as Nanny Moon. When Ivy vanishes, Detective Gary Philips of the CID is called on to investigate the apparent abduction. Together, he and Doug find themselves battling something they cannot fully understand, playing a game for the highest stakes possible: Doug's family. A haunting tale of centuries-old evil and rage, The House combines police thrillers and suspense with a horror as chilling as the North Wales Moors.

The Killers Story Including the ones mentioned: Pastor Cyrus Miller Farmer Of Death The Grifter Billy Barker Humpty Dumpty Killer The Milkman Killer Ruby Lane Camp Nightwing Killer Skull Mask Enjoy!

Because sometimes you can't help who you fall in love with. Sometimes you cant help who you depend on. And sometimes you can help but put your own needs above others. A short story that I don't have enough time into creating a full blown book over.

Elliot doesn't cry. He creates. Some say he's broken. Others say he's cursed. But one thing is certain: You should never call him innocent. (Completed)

Who are you? *I'm you* Wth your a kid *face palms* Ohhh my kid version.... Woah I was creepy lookin *finnaly- so you have chosen death* Hehe but seriously.... Do I even know myself?

Mallory is an ordinary 10 year old girl. She has parents who are also ordinary. She also has a 12 year old brother, who she thinks is ordinary, but can't help but wonder. What on earth does he do with all his spare time? He doesn't like friends or really any people for that matter. But he always goes out to 'Hang out' or 'have fun'. But that just doesn't add up. Her brother has secrets, but that is all Mallory knows for sure. Note: This is a shorty story I wrote along time ago on my other Wattpad account. That account was closed and since then I have tweaked this story and improved it. Some of you may have seen it before so I thought I should just let you guys know.

I wrote this stories because I can write them.