The man living in my backyard (jeff x reader) (sexual)

the man on my porch

(Things to know before the storie
I use quotes for when there speaking like "this" -this tiny thing means there inside the head talking-)
(Anyway enjoy and leave comments on what you think of the stories and how I can approve more on writing and stuffs thx)

Reader pov:
I woke up on a regular Monday at 8 am starting my day I walk to work it's a safe walk only a couple of blocks. the day shift goes on people come in and out of the store and I greet them kindly with a smile. sooner or later work ends at 5 pm a safe time to still be walking alone tho I always have pepper spray just in case I need it. I walk through my front door and immediately plop on the couch to take a nap...

~2 hours later~

I suddenly wake to a thud on my porch I quickly look at the clock on the TV its 7:00 I pat my back pocket for my pepper spray it's there I walk towards the back screen door with caution I peer out the door it's dark out but I can make out a figure laying on the porch
I open the door a bit while having my other hand ready with the pepper spray
"W-who are you why are you on my porch" I shake a bit scared the figure turns towards me. I see his face holey fuck it's jeff the killer and he's hurt I stand there stunned until I heard his raspy voice speaks 

"it's not like I wanna be here some dumbass cops shot me and I've lost a lot of blood" he coughs a bit I then wonder what I should do.

Should I turn him in or help him?....