Jeffthekiller Stories

what the title says y/n uses she/her pronouns if you prefer a y/n with they/them pronouns, I have another version of this story on my profile!

(Y/N). Young. Dumb. Legally blind. And that's it. Oh, and a serial killer thinks he's cute. There's that too.

|| 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. ;)

It was a cold night. November 12... Thursday... 11:58 pm, young girl named Y/N was walking alone in the cold streets of her home town... She heard something

You're roommates with a bunch of slashers (listed below), what else can I say? Not all slashers are included, just ones that are widely known with one exception. I don't own the cover. Norman Bates (Psycho, 1960) Billy Loomis (Scream) Freddy Krueger (Nightmare on Elm Street) Leatherface (Texas Chainsaw Massacre) Michael Myers (Halloween) Pennywise (2017, IT) Pinhead (Hellraiser) Charles Lee Ray (Child's Play) Tiffany Valentine (Bride of Chucky) Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)

What is wrong with you? Why are you in love with a hatchet throwing killer? Why does hurting people feel so.. satisfying? And why does this guy GET it? You did something bad. Really bad. You know it's wrong and it feels wrong but.. something deep inside you likes is. Couldn't you just chew gum? Or have a better hobby? No, of course not! Instead your best hobby is murder, which is why now you're in this house full of psychos like you. Maybe that's why you've been hanging out with this one psycho and found him to be pretty interesting as you adjust to a new life as a malevolent entities killer. Disclaimer! All characters in this are not my own! Each creepypasta or proxy was made by someone else. This is just a story I'm writing. This is just fanfiction for me and anyone who wants to enjoy it! Some people forgot that. If this isn't your thing you are free to click away. Please no hate. This fic is a mix of the best aspects of the pastas or what I find interesting that works for the story narratively and character-wise. (I've been in this fandom so long!! Just got dragged back please send help ToT)

(MATURE CONTENT) creepypasta story we both know and love many styles of one-shots of all genders Readers As well, straight, Gay, Lesbian some will be strange but funny many you will know and love of creepypasta characters but to not be confused about anyone of this book, there will be short ones or long ones but fun parts, and gore as well intimate if you have a request of anything you want a one-shot story, let me know!

Y/N is a cold and serious psychologist, but behind her stone cold facade she's a woman tired of life with family issues, maladaptive daydreaming, social anxiety and probably depression. the only thing she'd say is special about her is that she send a serial killer in jail when she was 16. now she's proving if criminals are mentally ill or just faking it. everything was 'fine' until she meets the same serial killer that she send in jail and a question is asked : "will you try to fix me?" but the answer is the most unexpected one "i can't fix what's not broken.". who will remove the mask of the other first. i tried to be realistic about Y/N and she is overly inspired by me (i didn't got diagnosed with social anxiety nor maladaptive daydream yet but i probably have it and i will soon go to get diagnosed) i do not own any fanarts nor the cover and i'll say it if i put drawings i did

Sequel to 'I See Dead People'. All characters will be carried over. Life was melancholy without a group of serial killers in your life. You and Glen lived just across the street from your crush, who insisted that you live close to him, just in case anything happened again. But, what if you wanted something to happen? What if you wanted to have your murderers back?

You've somehow bought a cabin in the woods without selling body parts on the black market. Just you and your cat alone in peace. No neighbors around to worry about seeing you without a shirt on through the window, no one to complain when you're playing music at ungodly hours during the night, and nobody to talk behind your back about your living choices. Well... that's what you thought anyway.

The return of an old lover

[ONGOING] I got bored and wanted to write about random stuff, so here you go :3

bro idfk how to write summaries but like, basically it's about Jeff the killer (duhh), uhhh yeah I'm too awkward to actually publish this onto actually creepypasta website cause I fear judgement, anyways, err, it's not about romance it's literally like a story,

"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨?" "𝙉𝙖𝙝?" "𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚?" "...𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮..." ____________________________________________ Y/n's life was hell on earth.... Two years ago, their parents were arrested for selling drugs and a bunch of other bullshit, plunging Y/n into a nightmare of going from foster home to foster home for their insane and mentally ill behavior, which no one seemed to actually care about... Y/n then ran away from one of the many foster home and became homeless, fighting to survive on the streets. Their only option? Living among a ruthless crew of homicidal maniacs, all basically employees of a mysterious, shadowy faceless entity in a suit. Cause Y'know...what else do you do in that situation? ____________________________________________

**THIRD BOOK IN THE DEAR MY SANITY SERIES** I look down at the grave stone. It was a simple one, polished marble with a name, date of birth and death date. Off to the side is a short song. I sink to the ground in front of her grave. "Hey," I begin awkwardly. I've never visited or spoken to a dead person. "It's me. Jeff. I don't really know why I decided to visit. It just felt like something I needed to do. "Uhm, I just . . . Wanted to say thank you. For your amazing daughter. You know, I only met you once but you never said anything bad about me or told Jamie she should leave me. You always convinced her to give me another chance. I never realized how much I actually owe to you. But, it's too late now. The only thing I can do now is keep my promise. I'll take good care of Jamie. I love her. She means everything to me. "Thank you." With that, I get up and leave. ~*~*~

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