Creepypasta BF/GF Scenarios

14: Return

Jeff the Killer

It's been a week.

A week since Y/N had last seen Jeffery Woods.

A week since he had stuck that knife in her coffee table.

Believe me, when I say, Y/N had tried to take that knife out of her coffee table so she could have some friends over, but that darn thing wouldn't move an inch! She didn't even know how the killer had successfully gotten it in there in the first place! When he got to her house, she would surely make him pull it out.

Presently, Y/N was attempting to fall asleep. She checked the time for the fourth time in the hour and groaned, the green numbers from her clock reflecting 1:36 in the morning. Her slightly lifted head plopped back on her comfortable pillow, staring at her ceiling with a blank face. The female was obviously tired and her joints ached with displeasure due to her mind being awake.

"I knew I should've turned on night mode..." She mumbled, turning to lie on her side. She had been on her phone for the longest time, doing her favorite things until she realized that it was midnight. For an hour, she's been lying in her bed trying to fall asleep.

Yet, maybe it was good that she was awake.

Downstairs, she could hear the sound of something falling over. It was a loud thud!

The girl slipped out from under her covers and grabbed the pan she hid with her, just in case of intruders, like this one. Y/N took her phone which was charging nearby and pushed her slightly opened door enough that she could slide into the hall without being heard. The girl that was once trying to fall asleep was now wide awake, searching in the darkness for something that moved. It was most likely downstairs since nothing look odd in the hallway.

Y/N made her way downstairs, moving low so the intruder wouldn't spot her descending from the second floor. At the bottom step, she peaked behind the thick railing. Her living room looked neat and tidy except for the one picture frame that had fallen next to her couch. The girl turned on the flashlight on her phone, dimming it a bit as she walked over silently.

"What are you doing there?" She whispered aloud, picking up the frame and to the small table next to the couch, but paused, seeing something noticeably gone from the top of it.

The knife.

Y/N dropped the picture frame, spun around to turn on the lights, and let out a surprised shriek, noticing the looming figure in front of her.

"I'm baaack-" She swung the pan quickly, without processing who it was. The figure was quick to react though, lifting his left arm upwards at a ninety-degree angle, blocking the hit from the pan. It still hit him, but not in the proper area. She saw his face move in the dark, gritting his teeth out of pain or annoyance. Y/N dropped the pan as well, the item almost hitting her foot as she covered her mouth with both hands.

"J-Jeffery..!" She gasped, leaning back on the couch. He sighed rubbing the sore part of his arm where she hit him.

"Handy swing you got there," he grunted, scowling in the dark. She could spot it under the dim light that her porch gave off through the window of the door. She turned back to the coffee table, spotting the small dent in the table. The girl felt his hand press against her back and spotted the shine from the knife as he showed it off underneath her chin.

"Looking for this? I'd never leave evidence behind, you know that." He was way too close. She could feel his breath against her right ear. Y/N let out a hesitant chuckle, leaning away from the dangerous item. She could feel his smirk and unblinking eyes watching her as she picked up the pan from the ground after he removed the knife from under her chin.