FREAKS | CREEPYPASTA

;; prologue

reader is 21 and in college.

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  "'m home."

your words echoed through the house. looks like nobody's home right now. that's not necessarily a bad thing. it just means you get all the house to yourself and there's no loud noises of your brother or mother.

you kick your shoes off and hurry to your room. placing your bag beside your bed gently and pulling your laptop out. setting it down on your desk, you turn it on as you sit down and stretch.

opening youtube to play music as your background noise, you decide to text the person next to you about whatever the professor talked about and if he gave you guys any assignments since honestly? you weren't bothered to pay attention.

[Private Messages]

[You] and [Unknown].

[You]:
Hey.
Uh, Sam.. right?
It's me, the person that sat next to you in English.
Did Mr. Blackwood give us any assignments?
Sorry to bother you btw. I wasn't paying attention to whatever he was saying.

[Unknown]:
wrong number
i think
because i don't go to school
and my name isn't sam

your eyes widen slightly. oh. whoops. well that's embarrassing.. you checked the number sam gave you and it's in fact the same number. so it's either 1. sam gave you the wrong number on accident. 2. it was on purpose.

[You]:
Oh..
Are you sure?
This is the number that I got..

[Unknown]:
then bad news, i think this 'sam' gave you the wrong number
good luck with that english class though lol

[You]:
Right.. sorry
And.. thank you?

[Unknown]:
naah don't worry about it
i was bored anyways
wanna be friends
i have been getting 0 new friends for the past 2 and a half years

that's.. kinda sad. but you don't know how much you could trust a random stranger online. for all you know you could be talking to a serial killer right now.

[You]:
Uh. I don't know..
Are you a serial killer

[Unknown]:
dunno
am i
maybe
we don't have to share personal stuff

just
omegle texting
but with the same person over and over again

[You]:
Oh
Then I suppose it's fine?

[Unknown]:
great
i'll save your contact as
victim one

[You]:
Then I'll save yours as 'possible serial killer'

[Unknown]:
fair enough

[Unknown] has been changed to [Possible Serial Killer].

[Possible Serial Killer]:
okay
wait brb
give me a minute

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you hum as you set your phone aside. well, there goes your english grade for today.

your position straightens as you hear the front door being open. from the light footsteps and the sound of grocery bags, there's a high chance it could be your mother. but there's also a slight chance to be a burglar, so you stand up and went to the living room.

sure enough, it was your mom. "hi mom, need help?" you ask as you approach her, already helping her with the bags without her answering. "thank you dear. have you seen your brother?"

you shrug as you set the grocery bags down on the kitchen counter. "i dunno. seth's probably out with his friends or something. who knows what that being is up to these days." you scowl. you and your brother.. don't get along. you and he should've moved out years ago. but ever since your dad left, you didn't have the heart to leave your mom alone. seth? you don't know. he probably doesn't want to bother with rent.

"don't talk about your brother like that. besides, the reason i asked was because he told me he'd be home earlier today." your mom sighed. you cross your arm, "he probably got distracted and forgot. it won't be the first time he did that."

your mom gives you a sad smile. "alright alright, why don't you go to your room? i'll make some stew." you immediately perk up at this, "need help?" you offer but your mom was already pushing you gently, "no no. i said to go back to your room. i can do this myself, i'm not that old." she joked. you chuckle and gave her a simple okay before you walk back to your room.

sitting back down on your chair, you let out a sigh. opening your phone again you let out an oh! as you notice a new notification from that number.

[Private Messages]

[You] and [Possible Serial Killer].

[Possible Serial Killer]:
ok back
u there?
oh you're not
tell me when you're back i'm bored

you huff, about to type in your response when somehow this person types out another message.

[Possible Serial Killer]:
oh there u r
hi

[You]:
Uh, hi
Sorry my mom came home.
Uh, how'd you know I was back

[Possible Serial Killer]:
you were looking for someone named sam yeah

[You]:
Huh?
Yeah?
Why'd you asked??

[Possible Serial Killer]:
samuel sims?

[You]:
Huh
Idk
I don't pay attention to the person that sits next to me
Especially their full name
How'd you know anyways??

[

Possible Serial Killer]:
red hair brown eyes
with freckles

okay. this person is starting to creep you out. how'd they know this information..? and how'd they know it so fast?! you hesitate to answer. what if this number really is a serial killer? you shake your head. no. serial killers have better things to do than to text strangers online.. right? your attention was brought back to your phone when another message appear.

[Possible Serial Killer]:
(Phone Number)
that's their actual number
it's pretty close to mine
so i guess they just forgot
good luck with your english class

you were.. bewildered. should you text the number? what if it's a virus? a spam call? should you really trust this weirdo online?

you can't believe you're considering and thinking about this when the sane part of your brain screams at you to block this shithead while the other part of your brain tells you to see how it goes.

your thoughts are cut short as you hear your mom call for you, telling you the stew is ready. you smile, "be there in a sec, mom!" you close your messaging app and quickly walk to the kitchen as to not keep her waiting.

buzz!

[Possible Serial Killer]:
(message deleted)
have a nice dinner y/n!
i should delete that

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