The Devil's Hound

The Devil's Hound

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I used to have a childhood friend. He was my best friend. My only friend. We would do almost everything together. We played together. We slept in the same bed, the same room. But we were not siblings. I never showed him to mum cause I was scared of what she would think. A random boy that no one seemed to know. Or want to know. All the other kids didn't like him, they all stayed away. Then... He was gone. Time has passed since then. So much has changed. I am no longer the little boy who wants to play friendly games in the park. I have changed. I knew him then, but does he know me now? ----- Caedo is a stranger to everyone but himself. He travels around from town to town, state to state and country to country spreading his message. He is waiting for a response. So when he reaches a town plagued by death, he will finally find out what happened all those years ago to the only friend he knew. --- Terrible description as always but I'm gonna work on improving it. It would probably be better if it was just ignored, but oh well. Let's see what everyone thinks. Disclaimer: the creepypasta's are not mine. However, Caedo is mine ^-^ © This book is under copywrite laws, so don't steal any of my story pls
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"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

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