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Sensus Journal

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The story of a British sociopath, a German Serial Killer and their lives. 

Side note: Each chapter is written from a character's perspective. Mix between impersonal narrative and first person writing. 
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Disclaimer: I only own the story. Not the images used. They are by this lovely person: https://www.deviantart.com/maruhana-bachi

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Poem by moi~

Two monsters. One town.

Would you rather, burn or drown? 

Lydia is his heaven.

Wilhelm her hell.

Who will ring the final bell?All Rights Reserved

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MONSTER by Luv4_Ava

JEFF THE KILLER x FEM READER S N E A K P E A K : My grip tightened, my brain began to go crazy with thoughts and different voices. "I'm not...a bad person." I whispered, my body leaned up against his chest for support as I felt my eyes begin to burn. Images of bodies blurred my train of thought, The ones he and the others had brutalized popped up in my into my sick mind, so many fucked up events finally began to take a tole on my brain as they found one little crease to seep into. His hand grabbed my wrist, tight. I felt his other hand cup my cheek, pulling me closer to his body. "We are all bad people." He spoke aloud, his eyes not coming to mine once. "But...I'm not." I breathed out, trying to convince myself that I wasn't. "But you are, Y/n." He stated, looking down at me. His eyes were filled with... something unknown to my intoxicated mind. Deep down, I knew that for once, he wasn't lying to me. I truly was a monster, just, like, them.

The Bryan Chronicle by SebastianH18

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§¥￦-Blood in the Water-￦¥§ BEN Drowned x Reader [COMPLETED] by Skellyxoxox

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He was mysterious, unreadable, cold and expressionless. Something about him drew her to him and it interest her. Perhaps it interest her a little bit too much until.... "I will rip that pretty little face of yours off and eat it. NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!!" ( PLEASEEE I DONT EVEN LIKE HOW THIS STORY WAS EXECUTED OUT!! 😕 Mature, Psychotic and down right nasty content. Sorry for messups. )

Kat's Creepypasta Journal by WolfKat

Kill me now, I'm a horrible person. Kill me now, so I can go to sleep soundly. Kill me now, so I can repent for everything I've become. ____________________________________________________________ This is Kat. She's always loved to wonder about the darker side of nature, what happens when one person has an extremely bad day, the shadows under the bed and out the window. She enjoys the stories enough to be recommended as Grade A dating material for a serial killer, the imfamous Jeff the Killer. The only problem? She's a little too connected to her old friends. Can she stay alive -and virtuous- once she gets pulled down into the cyclone of creepypasta? In this journal-style story, Kat pours her emotions and experiences into a story that might have started with possible romance, but is definitely not going to end without people going to sleep.... forever.

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MONSTER

JEFF THE KILLER x FEM READER S N E A K P E A K : My grip tightened, my brain began to go crazy with thoughts and different voices. "I'm not...a bad person." I whispered, my body leaned up against his chest for support as I felt my eyes begin to burn. Images of bodies blurred my train of thought, The ones he and the others had brutalized popped up in my into my sick mind, so many fucked up events finally began to take a tole on my brain as they found one little crease to seep into. His hand grabbed my wrist, tight. I felt his other hand cup my cheek, pulling me closer to his body. "We are all bad people." He spoke aloud, his eyes not coming to mine once. "But...I'm not." I breathed out, trying to convince myself that I wasn't. "But you are, Y/n." He stated, looking down at me. His eyes were filled with... something unknown to my intoxicated mind. Deep down, I knew that for once, he wasn't lying to me. I truly was a monster, just, like, them.