Creepypasta BF/GF Scenarios

2: Distance

Jeff the Killer

Y/N was shaken from head to toe when she called the police on what events had just occurred to her just moments ago. She didn't want to even leave her home because she knew wherever she went, Jeffery would be looking for her nonstop. No eyewitness of Jeff the infamous Killer had left alive or unscathed; except Y/N. Just because of a gosh darn backpack she was able to flee.

After about an hour and a half, Y/N was able to actually get patrols that drove up and down the block and street of her house. She even had a few of them patrol on foot just in case. More of the officers had headed into the woods which Jeff had fled into multiple times to escape the police that was called on him. He always got away. Always.

The female only answered the door for officers who either checked on her or questioned her about what he was wearing at the time. They were all the same. She had pushed her couch up against her backdoor and hung bells on almost every window in the house, except in her kitchen where she put pots and pans on the counter in front of the window frame.

The good thing was that Y/N had a window upstairs in her room, but no tree for the killer to climb onto. She was going to keep a bat by her when she slept tonight though since she didn't want to lower her guard at all.

Once nightfall came, she got dressed in a black shirt and baggy shorts. It was a bit colder in her home than normal so she decided to be warm tonight. The one thing that was off though...was that...the window in her room, was opened. The immediate thought of Jeff in her house clicked and she went barreling down the stairs, yelling and hollering for any officer or neighbor to hear her. She lived in the roundabout of her neighborhood and had people living close to her; so someone must've heard it when she tripped down the stairs with a stiff foot.

The female's H/C hair was tangled in front of her face as she tried to regain her thoughts. The breath from her lungs was knocked out of her as she tried to regain it again, taking greedy breaths. The panic inside her heart increased when she felt a sharp tug on her hair. Yells came from outside her front door. Someone did hear her!

"You caused a lot of trouble today." A scratchy voice spat from above her. His voice sounded much clearer than she thought though. She imagined it to be hardly recognizable to anyone's ears. The female let out a wheeze as she felt his foot connect with her stomach. The female almost released the insides of her stomach but kept the foul bile down.

More shouts came from outside as a harsh banging noise was coming from her door. What were they doing? The scorched male grit his teeth at the door, but turned his attention back to his victim, Y/N, who he still had in his grasp.

"I'll make this as quick and painful as it has to be!" He hissed in her face, grabbing a knife from his white pocket with the hand he wasn't using. It glimmered against the lights from above. Was this it? Jeff brought the knife above his head, eyes becoming wider and more crazed as the sound around her rang in her ears. He was just mouthing the words now. She couldn't hear him.

' Go.. '

Something started pounding in the back of her mind.

' to.. '

It wasn't stopping. Y/N gave up hope since there was no way she was going to be able to escape this killer.

' sl- '

The sound became clear as her front door burst open, splinters of wood flying into the air. Jeffery dropped Y/N's hair and she blinked her hazed orbs at the sight. Five officers swarmed in, one heading to Y/N, immediately and the others having their weapons drawn at Jeff who sped straight upstairs.