Creepypasta BF/GF Scenarios

6: Phobia

Jeff the Killer

Fear of dogs.

Y/N was at home, making dinner for herself. She had gotten a steak for once. It wasn't always when she gets her favorite kind of meat, and today was that day when she did.

Sometimes Jeffery came by to have dinner with her, sometimes he skipped out on it. The killer was always alone when he decided to come over, but today was that day when he came with something else. The knock on the door was the only signal she had when he walked in. It was like that all the time, he never had any manners.

Sizzling the steak on the grill in her home, she heard the clicking of feet on the tile of her kitchen. The clicking sounded like claws. The male didn't have any claws, well...she hasn't seen him take off his socks before, but that wouldn't be part of the human body!

"Oh, Y/N. This is Smile Dog."

'Dog' was the only word she heard which echoed through her mind. The steak sizzled as she froze from prodding it with the metal. She slowly turned to her right, seeing a husky sort of dog sitting at Jeff's feet. She let out a yell, backing up at the sight of the hound and hitting her back on the kitchen counter. The pale-skinned male narrowed his dark eyes at her. The dog grinned. It grinned.

"Jeff," The female breathed out carefully, trying to calm her heart, "Do you know what cynophobia is?" His body shifted as he looked down at the dog at his feet. The red fur was mixed with black, its eyes were as small as its heart.

"Cyna-what now?" The dog stepped forward, leading to the girl to let out a screech. Jeff's brows raised as he gave a grin and let out a loud laugh that startled her.

"Oh! You're scared of dogs!"

"Yes! Very! Now will you please," She stared at the dog with shaking limbs, "Take that... Mutt, outside!"

Said mutt glared at her and raised its snout in the air. The dog looked at her and then at the grill. At that moment, she knew what it was going to do.

The red looking husky stepped closer to the grill, forcing Y/N up on the counter to get even further away. Smile used his back legs to pull himself up to the grill and snatch the steak right off it. The dog took its time as it trotted off to the back door where Jeff waited. Smile Dog devoured the steak quickly, the sizzling sound now gone from the air.

The terrified female hopped down from the counter, glaring at all the black and red dog hair that was scattered on her kitchen floor. Jeff the killer let out a laugh, his hands stuffed into his white hoodie.

"So," he started, "cynophobia, huh?"

"Shut up, Woods."

She saw Jeffery smirk and shrug while watching his dog through the glass swallow up the last scrap of meat and lick his chops. Well, time to find something else to eat for dinner tonight.

Eyeless Jack

Fear of thunder and lightning.

The female hummed as she sat down on her couch. The break-in from a few nights ago was not reported because Jack had taken care of it. He had made sure to let everyone know that this place was not a place to mess with since the crime rate dropped unexpectedly.

Y/N was in some lounging clothes and leaned back on her comfy couch. The sound of her back popping gave her muscles the relaxation she needed to calm down. Her lights in the kitchen were on, but the lights in the living room were not. She was about to watch a movie and liked when the mood was set just right.