Jeffthekiller Stories

It's just the Creepypastas in high school. I got bored, so here is this book. It has a few ships, only two. It might have some bad grammer, but I'm gonna try not to do too bad. Warning: Kinda cringe. I made this when I was ten or eleven, so you can guess how it goes.

|| Jeff the Killer fan fiction || Beth is a 16 year old girl. Depressed, suicidal, and hates pretty much everyone. One night she comes across Jeff, and everything is deadly, sexy and exciting. Everything from being hunted by monsters, to breaking the bed with the incredibly sexy killer. Have fun. ;)

Lily Woods has never felt so alone. Her parents dead Her brothers now murderers Lily is now surfing through foster care, trying to find a new family She never really staying anywhere for more than a month. I mean who would want to live with the kin of murderers

This will have documented encounters with the creepypastas, and this is ur choice to read, so its not my fault if/when something happens to you!! This will kinda be like an online journal just in case I lose mine. Good luck in this rabbit hole... -AL3X

Creepypasta texting fic; lowercase intended. Several parts will be published at once. You were desperate enough to hire a killer.

When Jeff the Killer is charged with finding the most pure of heart at the local high school to complete a ritual, he doesn't know that he'll end up falling for her. Will he do what he must to attain ultimate power, or will he find another way?

This will be about my Creepypasta au and my description of the characters some things will be Canon others will not (I also just want to say sorry in advance if it takes me a while to get chapters out)

The mansion had strict rules that were beaten into every newcomer until obeying them became instinct. Jeff had never cared much for following rules. No, the only reason he bothered was for a reason far dumber than survival. Because Ben had asked him to. OR: Ben was always meant to be temporary. He was nothing more than a digital file after all. So when Ben begins glitching out of reality, Jeff is forced to face the truth that kills him inside: Ben was never meant to stay. How far will Jeff go to keep the boy he loves from disappearing?

They said Joyce Lin never hurt anyone. She was quiet, unreadable, and known for smiling only when angry. But after crossing her, people lost friends, secrets spread, and sleep became impossible. Then she disappeared. Now stories of a girl with dark eyes and a cold smile appear everywhere. They call her Ice Smile. And if she smiles at you... it's already too late. Some monsters are born. Others are made. Her smile doesn't kill you. The truth does. They feared her heartbeat. They should have feared her grin. A human entered the mansion. None of them left unchanged. Pinterest pics are not mine, credits to og owners!

**CREEPYPASTA: LIFE IN THE SHADOWS** Living in Slenderman's mansion isn't exactly normal. Between dangerous missions, arguments in the hallways, broken furniture, late-night chaos, and having a house full of killers who barely know how to get along, every day is something different. Jeff the Killer is usually causing trouble. Jane the Killer is usually trying to stop him. Masky and Hoodie are just trying to keep everyone from destroying the mansion. Ticci Toby has his own way of making things chaotic. Eyeless Jack would really appreciate it if everyone would leave him alone. And Slenderman? He's already regretting letting them all live under the same roof. Jane isn't a proxy, and she certainly isn't interested in becoming one. Unfortunately, that doesn't stop her from constantly crossing paths with Jeff and the rest of the mansion's residents. Sometimes they fight. Sometimes they work together. Sometimes they actually manage to tolerate each other. And sometimes... **someone gets thrown through a wall.** From ordinary days at the mansion to dangerous missions in the woods, this is what life looks like when a bunch of Creepypastas are forced to live together. **Welcome to the mansion.** Just don't expect to leave with your sanity intact.

After years of serving Slenderman from the shadows, Killgore Girl ordered to move into the Slendermansion and forced to live alongside dangerous killers, including someone from her past. Kira must adapt to a new life where trust is rare, every mission is deadly, and old memories refuse to stay buried.

"I told you the night you tried to kill me; he's not your God." Sequel to An Eye For An Eye. Years after The Subordinate is closed, Y/N attempts to rebuild her life and recover from her short-lived romance with Toby. He's a changed man since becoming a proxy, with memory loss and lust for murder. Her heart still longs for him even years later. Will their relationship ever be repaired? The Slenderman is keeping an eye on them. TW: Mature themes!

When Cassy, you're average 17 year old girl, goes looking for her dog she gets a lot more than expected... *abuse, violence, swears, and sexual content*

One of my legs was crossed over the other, my head resting in my palm as my elbow dug into the table. It was cold, chills slowly running up my arm as I held back a shiver. I felt absolutely wrecked, And I hadn't even had any alcohol yet. My head was pounding, I felt like my mascara should be running down my face, my cheeks sticky from tears. But after everything I found out over the past few months, I was really desensitised to the things I saw tonight. "I'm sorry... I ruined your... night..." The thing sat opposite me broke the silence, his mask was off. I could see his face. And I could hear his voice more clear too. I preferred when he had his mask off... everything felt more normal. Even though he wasn't. With mischief in his eyes and the ghost of a teasing smirk he slowly slid a tall glass of prosecco my way. The bubbles fizzing to the top as a edible hibiscus flower sat at the bottom of the glass. I lifted my head letting my arm rest and land on my lap. God... he knew me too well. The edge of my lips curled upwards as I looked at him, my fingers curling around the glass. In the short time he knew me, he knew me dangerously well. I originally came out for a drink. But after... what happened the once lively bar was left a wreck. Glasses smashed, clothes and bags left, lights broken and flickering. The place abandoned besides from us. But it was oddly nice. Just us. "Until next time," I teased, keeping my eyes connected to his as I raised my glass before I connected my lips to the glass and downed the drink and ate the flower with it. Because I knew this wouldn't be the last. And with how my life was going, I would soon end up exactly like him. So lets enjoy it while it lasts. 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ

Hi! so this book is about research on creepypasta, and maybe a few experiences of mine, and possibly will add a few tips!

Inspired by Jaschicken's book, check out their account for me, they are one of my fave Creepypasta authors! (The new cover was made by @Jaschicken, I LOVE IT!!!!)

OII:3 Bom, pra começar não muito bem, eu já cansei de ter vários sintomas e ver aparições de creepys sem mesmo investigar elas novamente, então, mesmo que ninguém leia isso, eu quero poder compartilhar isso com alguém por meio da escrita ! E acho que isso pode me ajudar um pouco a me distrair e não piorar minha saúde mental >.<

~~|Everyone knows Slenderman has his proxies hang up pages around any forests he inhabits. But no one ever questions where those pages come from, or which unfortunate soul makes them.|~~ }Warnings and tags will be added as the story progresses, PLEASE read them!{ ~Poorly written gore ~Possible smut ~Oc/Self Insert X Character ~Character X Character ~Strong language ~Lgbtq+ topics ~HEAVY HEADCANONS ~Mentions of stalking(Online and in person in the story) This is a self insert/Oc combo story centering on my original character Oliver Bell, also known as "The Artist". This story is purely for fun, and it serves the purpose of helping me flesh out my Slenderverse/ Creepypasta AU!!

A bright glow illuminated the pitch black corridor. The hallway was humid and smelled of bleach and metallics. She followed the trail of dark stains on the carpet toward the bathroom as the brightness intensified in her eyes. As she approached the doorway, Jane's stomach sank and twisted into an uneasy pain. Looking up in a shaky gasp, "Jeff.. did you...did you hurt someone?" she asked, cautiously. Silently, Jeff turned around slowly, revealing his masterpiece-his face. ~ a contemporary jeff the killer fanfic written in 2018 *character names and significant details have been modified for a new cannon/timeline. characters are in the public domain but Parasomnia story rights belong to surrealstar on wattpad.com.

Emotional warninh. This storu is reLly sad and I am writers friend writing this so I already read it. go read I 10/10 story love it Jess killer kill ok bye love you guys 😘😘😘