Creepazoid

Well, it's this great big old spooky house just off the Highway before East Hampton and a real creepazoid kinda handyman type lets me in and no lights on, like a Boris Karloff movie or somethin'.

She wanted him physically, as she hadn't wanted anyone in a long time. Including her creepazoid ex.

Not only because she was buying clothes to entice a creepazoid criminal to sleep with her, but because she was still so furious with Jared.

[…] According to this book, the public image of Poe as this ghoulish creepazoid is inaccurate. His work was creepy, but he wasn't."

“What sort of stalker creepazoid does that?”

"Like hell, I don't," he said. "I don't want to see my roommate get killed. You know how hard it was to find someone who wasn't a Craigslist creepazoid in the first place? […]