Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

How You Met...

also no longer capitalizing cause it is hard and extra work. i have auto caps off. lol. well i'll
capitalize some stuff.
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Jeff The Killer:
     it wasn't long into the night before you decided to head to bed. it hadn't taken long to finish your activities for the day, sweeping, vacuuming, showering. you had gotten off work early enough to finish all your activities earlier than usual, but too late to do anything extra. you had gotten into your pajamas, taking a long look in the mirror.
      you smiled gently at yourself, forcefully so, and turned to look at yourself some more. not in a self absorbed kind of way, but honestly in a more self deprecating way. you found yourself living life in a cycle. nothing was new, nothing was changing. everyday was just the same. it was making you depressive, wondering if you had any true purpose. days were blending together, and all you felt was exhaustion.
      you finally just took a deep breath and laid down in your bed, pulling your blanket over your body. you closed your eyes, but felt an odd feeling, a pit in your stomach. you felt like you had a tragedy that would occur soon and it made you feel sick. just before you could drift asleep you heard a creaking. it wasn't anything unusual, but your own paranoia made it much louder. you chuckled under your breath at your own fear, assuring yourself it was just the house settling. it creaked all the time. you closed your eyes again and tried to calm your racing heart.
     however, it was short lived when the sound of your door opening snapped you out of your sleep. you sat up quickly and looked over. it was dark, but you could see the figure of a man. the feeling of your heart sinking was like nothing you'd experienced before. the overwhelming fear of someone in your house made you feel like you'd vomit.
     the man stepped, closer and without another  thought you held your breath and closed your eyes tightly. you could only hope this was a fucked up dream. the man stepped closer, and closer. you opened your eyes, a humans curiosity was overwhelming. at the sight of the man, you felt even worse. his eyelids were missing, his nose flat and a smile carved into his face. he didn't look human, but so close. it was disturbing.
     "you really thought closing your eyes would make me go away?" he taunted. his voice was scratchy but deep, his hand going to your throat. he grabbed tightly and smiled eerily down at you. he seemed to be thinking for a moment, leaning in. "go back to sleep," he demanded before suddenly letting go. his grip would leave marks on your neck though, and he was gone before you could think again.
     long story short; you didn't sleep again that night. but he didn't come back.

Eyeless Jack:
the hospital you worked at was admittedly understaffed. you worked as an emergency room nurse. you were always quick to be at anyone's aid when they came in. and tonight, you were working overtime. it was two am, and you were admittedly tired. only another hour and then you could go home. it was slow, but you were thankful. for more reasons than just being able to rest. it never got easier seeing people come in with horrible injuries. it was usually fine, you and your team would help and they'd be okay! but nothing devastated you more than seeing someone take their past breaths in front of you.
you didn't have much time to think about it before someone was brought in. they were on a stretcher, their shirt bloodied on the back. they were laid in their stomach, and at first it was hard to tell what was wrong. as you rushed over you realized their skin was extremely pale.. and yellow. you lifted the shirt to access where the blood was coming from and felt extremely confused. there were two clean incisions on each side of his lower back. they were stitched back up, but you knew the man was going through dialysis. well, that's what you thought at least.
you quickly realized though we the man took his final breaths then and there, that this wasn't just a past surgery to try and repair. you, in a panic, removed the stitches from one of the incisions, looking to find the kidney missing. you could only assume they were both gone, cleanly removed.
"the call was about an intruder. but when police got there, all they found was him," one of them explained. they had assumed the same as you, that he had a surgery and it got infected when they say the blood, that maybe he had been hallucinating due to pain. but the truth was extremely disturbing. the man had his kidneys completely removed, and obviously there wasn't enough time to save him.
you couldn't help but feel disturbed, informing them to tell the police to look out for suspicious behavior and figures around the area of the crime! you sighed and took care of what you needed.
finally your time to go home had arrived you walked home slowly, on high alert. you always walked to work since you lived so close, a way to get your steps and save gas. however tonight you highly regretted it. you felt uneasy as you headed home. you felt your heart sink as you heard footsteps behind you. they sounded like they were dragging, and when you looked around you saw a man.
he had something in his hand, but that's not what you were worried about. instead, it was his gray skin. you could only see his hands and his neck, but you hoped it was just paint. his fingers looked stained red though which made your heart sink. you began to feel your heart pound. he stepped closer to you, and out of panic you found yourself unable to move. you swallowed hard and got a glimpse of his face under his black hood. well... the exact opposite. instead there was just a blue mask, the eyes blacked out with black, what you could only assume to be paint, drops pouring from it. it looked too thick to be paint though. he walked over and held up... a scalpel? but before he could do anything someone flashed a flashlight over and he was gone before you could think.
"y/n! what're you doing out here? you know it's dangerous!" called a voice. one of your coworkers. you ran over, wondering if you had maybe imagined the whole thing... you were grateful to get a ride home.