Creepypasta BF/GF Scenarios

1: Sightings

Jeff the Killer

Y/N let out a sigh as she readjusted the heavy backpack that hung off one of her shoulders, walking down the smooth, paved path that was called a sidewalk. A long day of listening to another boring talk in a boring class which, must I say it, was boring. Y/N let out another, long sigh as she focused her eyes on the path; her mind, drifting elsewhere into a different land.

She failed to notice the rustle of the underbrush which came from the ends of the forest that almost reached the path that the female was traveling along. She was so caught up in daydreaming, she also failed to notice or hear the figure that was traveling closely behind her. The sky was growing dark, the sun's rays, fading behind the forest trees that were tickled by the short breeze; it was only then that she realized...she was being followed.

A quick rush of adrenaline kicked in and her feet started moving on their own, picking up the pace to try to gain distance from whoever was behind her. The figure had sprinted behind her, the hood that once covered their horrifying face now was identifiable. Y/N grit her teeth, trying to listen to her mind to not look back. A chance that could kill her if she did.

She took that chance and turned her head, not stopping for a split second as she saw the scorched face and large, painful scars that almost reached his ears. Y/N had heard about him before. She thought he was made up! A legend! No doubt about it, she was being chased by none other than... Jeff the Killer.

Y/N saw the giant burst of speed he had created since the distance between them had shortened. There were only two logical options, give up and die or keep running...and probably die.

She didn't like those options and took the third one. What was it?

Throw her massively heavy backpack at the killer and flee.

Let me tell you something about Y/N's backpack. She had three textbooks inside, a spiral binder, two reading books, and a calculator. That's if you don't count the thousands of unused papers that were shoved inside. So that thing was like getting hit by a train.

And the train hit its target.

Y/N heard the loud sound of the infamous killer hitting the concrete. She cringed at the sound but ran faster than before, happy to have that backpack, which was practically full of bricks, off her back. Her heart was echoing through her ears as she reached home and slammed the door shut, locking every single door and window in her house; double and even triple checking the locks.

That's when she called the police. Surely she made an enemy today...an enemy she wished she never encountered.

Eyeless Jack

Being a college student that had just finished their final year was exhausting. All the things she had to now stack up and put away were even more tiring when she had nowhere to put them. Y/N felt a large weight lift off her shoulders as she slammed the cardboard box that she had spent hours looking for and found out she had left it in her car, shut. There were three boxes in total; one filled with used papers and homework, another filled with binders and other things that were no longer needed, and the last one she had just shut were filled with unused items that she may need again. Like calculators or unused lined paper.

A knock at the female's small apartment startled her to some extent. First, she wasn't expecting any visitors today. Second, she didn't order a package to her apartment.. and her neighbors weren't the social type, her experience with them just ended with short answers or the door being shut in her face, but today may be different.

Y/N got up from where she sat and heard the knock again at her door. The female's pace quickened and she opened the brown door. The neighbor from all the way down the hall stood there with a phone to their ear.