Creepypasta: Laughing Jack by SnuffBomb, literature
Literature
Creepypasta: Laughing Jack
LAUGHING JACK
It was a nice summer day, my 5-year-old son James was playing outside in the backyard of our suburban home. James has always been a quiet boy, he plays by himself mostly, he never had many friends, but he has always had a wild imagination. I was in the kitchen feeding our dog Fido, when I heard what sounded like James talking to someone in the backyard. I’m not sure who it was he could be talking to, could he have finally made a friend? Being a single mom it’s hard for me to always keep an eye on my son, so I decided to go outside and check on him.
Master of Ravens
1
My little brother is nine years old the first time I decide to kill him.
During the night, snow fell over the jagged wreckage of our land. In the morning I realize he will follow me outside if I call to him. Like an awkward-limbed colt he'll stumble through the snowdrifts, and I can leave him to the ice and wind in the shadow of a three-walled building. No one will see me. Our father will think he has gotten lost on his own. I too will cry when they find his body. When the mourning is done, however, I will be my father's true and only son. 'Cam,' he will call to me, and I'll kneel down before him.
My father. Master of
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Opening the door a slender hand reaches into the microwaves pulling out a pink heart. Lifting up your shirt to tuck it beneath your chin, you pull the waistband of your sweats out sliding the heating pad down onto your abdomen.
“Sweet, sweet merciful god,” you groan out leaning against the counter. Unwrapping a Ghirardelli chocolate, you pop it into your mouth rolling the sweet across your tongue letting out a delighted moan. Resting your head onto your folded arms on the counter, you groan when a cramp hits you. Grunting you press down harder on the heated pad. Standing up you grab your Camelbak water bottle
Seven Minutes in Heaven: Eren x Reader by TheOtherZephyros, literature
Literature
Seven Minutes in Heaven: Eren x Reader
Eren Yeager
You swallowed thickly as your eyes scanned the name on the small slip of paper. You dared not look up, for fear you would make eye contact with the brunette and betray who you chose.
Moments of silence passed as you focused on trying to control the reddening blush on your face. You could feel the gaze of a dozen stares burn into your back.
Summoning your courage, you let out a small sigh before speaking: "Eren."
A murmur passed through the small crowd gathered around you. Eyes looked to Eren, who stood rigidly, a blush etched onto his face.
"Whelp~!" Reiner declared, pulling you to your feet. You let out a small squeak at the
LevixReader {The Sibling} by MelonCubes, literature
Literature
LevixReader {The Sibling}
It was quiet.
Levi became suspicious immediately, something was off, but what was it? What was missing and what was causing the peace?
Then it hit him. Hanji was nowhere to be seen, no sign of her at all, no Titan rambling, no pissing him off, nothing.
As much as he wanted to relax, he couldn't, she could pop out of nowhere at anytime, she could be around the corner that was appearing on the horizon.
He made a mental note to get medication for headaches and migraines later, he was running low and needed to stock up.
He didn't pay much attention, so he failed to notice someone come around the corner until he bumped into said person, lucki
:blackrose: Loki x Reader: Nightmare :blackrose:
I screamed loud and long, the gales of eternity scrapping my lungs as I choked and sobbed. I reached for him but he was beyond my grasp or sight. But I knew. Even without seeing, I watched him leave.
I felt his heartbeat like it was my own, the familiar blue-green eyes I’d come to love so much, fading into the void of a pitch black sky. I could see his hair fanned out around his face, though it brought no pleasure. The soft black locks were tangled and windswept, but I could not comb them. I could not hear him laugh, nor see his lips rise into their trademark smirk. And I hated it. Loat
Stay-Jeff the Killer X Reader-CH.1 by X-Saviour-X, literature
Literature
Stay-Jeff the Killer X Reader-CH.1
Stay
Jeff the Killer X Reader
Chapter 1
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A.N.: (y/n)= your name, (e/c)=eye color, (h/l)=hair length, (h/c)=hair color, (f/c)=favorite color, (y/h)=your hometown, and your 16, only thing I'm really choosing about you XD. Hope you all enjoy the first part of my Jeff the Killer X Reader story, Stay! :D
I got this idea from playing the game 'Illusion: Ghost Killer' which, if any of you know, is a Jeff the Killer game where your in what seems like an old, abandoned (SCARY) factory and you have to walk around (YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE THERE) and place cameras in these red circles that are randomly around the place (AND ITS HUGE)! So yeah, it made me
Creepy Pasta: The Puppeteer by BleedingHeartworks, literature
Literature
Creepy Pasta: The Puppeteer
I had this doll for quite a while now.
It was a beautiful porcelain doll. You know, the way that most porcelain doll looks like. I was just like that. Wavy, long blonde curls. Black eyes. A beautiful pink and red dress with a typical headband with lace around the edges. It was a doll I received from my mother at an early age. At that age I always thought it was such a pretty doll - A perfect look. My grandmother had almost fifty dolls of that kind. All of them beautiful, perfect porcelain dolls. But this one in particular, the blonde with the red dress, I will always remember.
Because this is the one that would be the death of me.
I lived a
Stay-Jeff the Killer X Reader-CH.5 by X-Saviour-X, literature
Literature
Stay-Jeff the Killer X Reader-CH.5
Stay
Jeff the Killer X Reader
Chapter 5
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A.N.: Hope you all loved the cliffhanger!! XD There MIGHT be one in this chapter but not sure. Guess we'll see where it goes. OK well enjoy this chapter! :D Btw! Jeff's look is that of the picture but you are allowed to see him in a different way! That's just how I see him! ^^
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You wake suddenly to the feeling of being watched. Opening your eyes you look around the room. You were laying on you right side and all that was in view was the door of the room and the desk with the laptop. Sitting up you look to your left but almost screamed as a hand covered your mouth. Your (e/c) eyes looked at the ho