Creepypasta BF/GF Scenarios

4: Careful

Jeff the Killer

Being stuck inside Y/n's home while it was like a flood outside was one thing.

Being stuck inside her house while it was like a flood outside, the power was out and a killer was sitting on her couch was another. The second option was currently taking place.

Y/N sat on the far side of the tan couch while the killer sat on the other. He was twirling his knife around out of boredom, but the female hoped he didn't get any...unpleasant ideas. He stopped for a moment, turning his head over to the girl who stared at him with her walls built high.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his mouth turned to an unpleasant frown. Y/N frowned right back, her E/C eyes narrowing at his hunched form. It was kind of hard to see him in the dark.

"What are you doing?" Y/N retorted, watching the knife as it glimmered from the outside light. Lightning flashed with thunder, making the house rattle. Both of them fell silent. Pulling her H/C hair back, Y/N gave a slow exhale of air. Jeffery looked at his knife which poked the soft couch. He smirked, the smirk turning to a grin. He turned to the girl again.

"Hey, wanna play a game?" He asked with a low voice. The girl furrowed her brows together. She was still unsure of the killer since it was in his name. 'Killer'. He had threatened her only a few days ago and now they had gotten a bit comfortable with each other's presence. Even though both of them thought of each other as annoying.

The midnight-haired male grinned widely, his split cheeks giving off a nasty look.

"Dodge the knife." E/C eyes widened as she saw him chuck the dangerous weapon toward her. It was aimed at her arm, but it would still hurt like a thousand needles protruding from her muscles and bone. Y/N quickly launched herself over the couch, seeing the knife clattered over behind the chair in the dining room. She saw the male dart over to it; the metal glinted. Lighting struck which illuminated his form.

A crazed look in his eye was what caught Y/N off guard. He laughed, seeing her stand. She watched his arm pull back and chuck the knife once more. It flew past her head, burrowing itself in the wall. Her heart jumped, her brain only thinking of one motion.

Grab the knife.

Twirling around, she reached towards the metal object, grabbing onto the hilt. Right as she did so, Jeff's form knocked right into her. He was much taller, but both of them were equally knocked over to the ground. Y/N still held onto the knife which was now free from the wall. She quickly whirled around from laying on him to straddling him. The knife was raised above her head; both of them were out of breath and heaving from the adrenaline-inducing acts.

"Whoa." Was all he spoke, his chest rising and falling. Y/N's E/C orbs widened as he sat up, the female falling back as if she weighed nothing to him. She got up, her heart still pounding in her head. It accelerated when he reached forward; touching her ear with one hand. He retrieved it, showing her what he had done. Blood had stained two of his fingers.

"Might want to clean that up before it stains." He grunted, taking back the knife that now lay on the floor.

Wow. What a night.

Eyeless Jack

There was nothing like eating lunch at home with a killer in the living room. Nobody knew who had killed the person only a few apartments away, but Y/N did. She knew who had done it, even if he didn't confess the crime to her.

"Don't praise the murderer for what he did! That guy is a cannibal! Did you see the giant bite out of the kidney?"

She shivered at the thought of the memory, taking another, small, bite out of her sandwich. Suddenly, she didn't feel that hungry anymore. Y/N got up from the table, heading for her small kitchen. She wrapped the sandwich in plastic wrap and opened her fridge. She didn't expect to smell something foul enter her nostrils.