Creepypasta BF/GF Scenarios

3: Name

Jeff the Killer

"Have a nice night, miss." The officer said, tilting his hat towards Y/N. She had been kept at the sheriff's office overnight till the next day. It was almost seven PM. She was surprised they were letting her out during the night...when there weren't many people out and it was dark, very dark. The girl waved farewell to the kind officer and headed down the sidewalk. Her neighborhood was thankfully not that far away, so she'd be there in about five minutes.

The night sky glimmered against Y/N's curious E/C eyes. Stars winked back at her like small glowing eyes. Y/N hummed, quietly, now focusing back on the sidewalk, just in case of any unwanted visitors. She knew of one, and she didn't want to speak his name...just in case he'd appear right in front of her.

A dark figure slowly approached her from the front. A white, red stained hoodie stuck to their large form. Y/N knew. She knew who he was.

Well, speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Y/N stepped back, the killer then stepped forward, and then the female repeated her action. She needed to make a run for the sheriff's office. Maybe if she ran now, she could make it.

"Ah-ah-ah, that isn't very nice," the male murmured, a toothy grin coming onto his Cheshire cat smile, "I just want to get to know my little...friend a bit better!" Jeffery stalked forward, slinging an arm around the female's shoulders. He was about a foot taller than Y/N which was honestly terrifying since he was a killer. She could see the burnt, pale skin that clung to his face. His unkempt, black hair hung over his eyes so Y/N was unable to see his expression.

"You... you tried to kill me," Y/N said, her voice almost only a whisper. A chuckle came from the grinning killer, tightening his hold around Y/N, bringing her close to his side. She could feel something in his hoodie pocket. It dug into her side slightly. It was very sharp.

"No hard feelings, Y/N." He hummed, the grin forming into a smirk. Y/N's heart pounded loudly in her ears. Did she really just hear that?

The female pushed the male away, stumbling to the edge of the sidewalk; but he didn't. The knife-wielding killer laughed.

"What are you? How do you know my name?" Y/N asked, her legs bent slightly just in case she needed to run to defend herself. The killer let out another laugh; grinning as he took out a sharp knife and pointed it toward the female in front of him.

"A killer," he chuckled, "the name's Jeff. Jeff the Killer; though you should know that by now.."

Y/N grit her teeth in fear.

"That's not what I was a-" Before Y/N could move forward, Jeffery beat her to it. He rushed to where she stood, grasping the back of her neck, and used the knife to force it to her throat, startling the female immensely. She was forced to meet his eyes which gleaned with blue insanity.

"Don't test me, sweetheart." Jeffery grinned. Y/N flinched, hearing the sickening snaps of dried blood breaking in small areas. Jeff removed the knife, allowing Y/N to step back on the sidewalk in fear.

"I'll be seeing you later," he twirled his knife, slipping it back into his pocket, "and if you tell anyone about this...well.." He used a pale, burnt thumb to slowly draw a straight line across his neck. Y/N knew exactly what he meant, and didn't want to find out the end of it.

Eyeless Jack

Y/N knew to keep her mouth shut when someone broke in. She knew better than to go out and be the one to attack first. Then why did she have a pocket knife with her in the closet with all the lights off? Was she playing a dangerous game of hide and go-seek? Not exactly.