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The Mortician's Boy

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It's not the dead that bother mortuary photographer Toby Shaw. It's the living who are determined to
make his life hell. Between his sister's husband (a bully), his boss (almost certainly some form of undead creature) and his father (slowly going mad), he has a lot on his plate. One particularly bad day gets worse when he meets Cordelia Rossetta, a woman who claims to be haunted by her dead husband, who shows him a photograph that cannot possibly exist.&nbsp;

Toby finds himself drawn into London's occult scene as he tries to unravel the mystery of the photograph and what happened to his father. But he better be quick, because the bodies are
starting to mount up - bodies with their eyes and heart ripped outcut out and their hearts missing.&nbsp;

Submitting to agents at the moment so only a preview of the first few chapters is up.All Rights Reserved

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.·:·.☽✧ Foraois ✧☾.·:·. by pigmyweed

im gna be honest this is a huge work in progress, but essentially After a major traumatic event in Griffen Westons life sends him spiraling into a life he never expected, things seem beyond fixing. He had never felt so empty. But grief has a certain smell. It's a scent that attracts a certain kind of creature when you head out into the woods. His dreams tell him tales before he sees them. He watches this mysterious wisp of white hair and green cloth dart about the moss to evade him. The scent of patchouli and lavender with the pugent musk of sulfur harrasses him into submitting into this feeble attempt at following her. Or It. Whoever this person may be, they heard him calling out. They knew what he needed. He never expected to find himself so enamored with something so unique. But he didnt know how to find a way to stay away from this curiosity. TW for death, grief, suicidal ideation/tendencies later on, graphic descriptions of injury, self harm, and other possible dark themes i will brush up on. edit: wattpad deformated everything i promise it looked pretty at one point

Her Terrifying Love by greggerguy

While being chased by her abusive boyfriend, Lyla turns the tables, shoving him into the path of an oncoming car. But rather than calling the police, she and her friend, Jack bury the body deep in the woods. Instead of finishing her senior year in peace, Lyla is horrified to discover that her dead ex has returned for revenge. This genre-bending supernatural thriller weaves elements of murder mystery, romance, high school drama, humor, and, of course, a terrifying ghost story. (Excerpt from "Her Terrifying Love") Jack's chest heaved. "You said he was dead." Lyla inched closer and whispered, "He had no pulse!" "Maybe he was just stunned." "We carried him all that way," she said. "He wasn't breathing." "But maybe he woke up after we left him down there." "Woke up?! His neck was broken." Jack hung his head. He couldn't make sense of this. "I know how this is gonna sound, but..." He choked on his words. "When I went to pick up my car from the body shop yesterday, he was standing across the street. Watching me." "Who was?!" "Keenan. I swear to God." "No way," she asserted. "That's crazy talk. He's dead." "It was him." Jack nodded. "He had a frickin' giant tattoo on his neck." A shiver flashed down Lyla's spine. Jack confirmed what she'd been dreading. He'd been seeing the ghost, too. If you enjoyed "Her Terrifying Love," check out the sequel, "Dirty Secrets." https://www.wattpad.com/822348938-dirty-secrets-prologue

[Editing] Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios by Climax_Together

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Not everything is true. The mansion is full of lies and hate. It turns the best souls to the darkness of the shadows. Macy found out that the uncle and aunt she was always told that were dead is in fact alive. Her father sends her away to visit them for awhile. Macy invites her friends. As they each the magnificent he of her aunt and uncles they get settled in. Macy doesn't feel right about the place. Everything seems off. She notices her friends start to change. Until someone dies is when things get serious. Who dies first and is everything a lie?

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.·:·.☽✧ Foraois ✧☾.·:·.

im gna be honest this is a huge work in progress, but essentially After a major traumatic event in Griffen Westons life sends him spiraling into a life he never expected, things seem beyond fixing. He had never felt so empty. But grief has a certain smell. It's a scent that attracts a certain kind of creature when you head out into the woods. His dreams tell him tales before he sees them. He watches this mysterious wisp of white hair and green cloth dart about the moss to evade him. The scent of patchouli and lavender with the pugent musk of sulfur harrasses him into submitting into this feeble attempt at following her. Or It. Whoever this person may be, they heard him calling out. They knew what he needed. He never expected to find himself so enamored with something so unique. But he didnt know how to find a way to stay away from this curiosity. TW for death, grief, suicidal ideation/tendencies later on, graphic descriptions of injury, self harm, and other possible dark themes i will brush up on. edit: wattpad deformated everything i promise it looked pretty at one point