Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

How you meet

Masky
Breaking and entering wasn't something that (y/n) did often but this time they had let their friends convince them to join in searching an old burnt-out mill that was on the outskirts of town. What was unexpected was the fact that it was now only (y/n) scrambling to find an exit after their friends locked them in a closet and put a chair in front of the door before laughing and leaving them there as a prank. 

This wasn't funny to (y/n) at all, a breakdown having ensued once the initial entrapment happened but they forced the chair out of the way from the door and was now left with only a flashlight. They had left their phone at home since it was advised for a quick getaway from cops if they were caught before they had arrived. 

The building was old and dusty, smelling of mold and decay, probably due to dead animals that were hidden in the walls. (Y/n) began looking for the stairwell, knowing that they were still on the second floor, their tear stained faces obscured by their flashlight when waving it around. They had just rounded the corner and could see the banister in the distance, breaking out into a smile as they had found it before something else came into view. 

Coming up the stairs, a masked man in a tan jacket and jeans slowly ascended from the stairs and onto the second floor, right in the path of the flashlight. His movements were slow and thoughtful, the white mask tilted slightly as it saw them. The black eye holes and black lips weren't as terrifying it he wasn't such a big guy. He could tackle them instantly and they'd be a goner, (y/n) was sure of it. 

They let out a scream as the masked man suddenly, took off now in their direction, faster than they expected and not having great footing, (y/n) almost tripped, having to catch themselves on the wall as they ran as fast as their feet would take them down the hall. The masked man was sielnt in his pursuit, able to catch the corners faster than them, and quickly gaining. 

(y/n) was throwing down any object they could to loose their trail, boards, piles, and any wood or debris they thought would slow down their attacker, tears now flowing freely as they were terrified. Eventually they had slipped through enough holes in the wall, to escape the masked man, as well as having tripped him up a few times and they found their way down the stairs and out of the entrance like a bat out of hell, not noticing the masked face watching them from one of the busted out second story windows. 

Toby
Vacations were always a rare occasion, so finally getting to head up to Colorado felt like a dream. It was only a two-day vacation and the first day had mostly been spent having dinner with friends and exploring the area. On the second day though one of (y/n)s friends had booked a tour of the small town, they had picked the destination saying it had some spooky stops on it that everyone should tag along and check out to get to know some of the histories of the town better. While it sounded so super fun to go to, (Y/n) opted out of the tour to instead go on a hike in the woods and get to see some of the landscape up close and personal. It was a beautiful state after all and they wanted to get to experience it firsthand since the trip was so short. 

After their friends left, (y/n) Geared up for a light hike to go and get some pictures of the surrounding forests in hopes to see some wildlife native to the area. 

Once on the hike for about an hour, (y/n) was crouched in some bushes and clicking some photos with a camera. It wasn't anything super fancy but it was enough to get some good clear shots to be printed later and hung up or put in a photo album to remember their first vacation away from home like this. After catching some shots of a mother rabbit and some of her babies, (Y/n) sat up to look at some of the shots they had gotten so far on the camera. 

They pulled up the digital screen and began filing through them when something out of the ordinary caught their eye. Was that orange in the treeline? Maybe it was a flower. Though it was unlikely as it was much colder outside than they were used to in September. As they focused on the photo more and zoomed in on it, their heart dropped into their stomach as they now saw two orange eyes watching them from the treeline in the photo. They slid to another photo and there it was again despite this one being taken five minutes ago. Suddenly their mouth was dry and the pit in their stomach worsened as a cracking sound echoed nearby. It sounded like someone's bones.

They ducked down into the grass, the wet blades tickling their face as a whoosh of air fled past them and a loud thunk hit a tree behind them. Taking a peak back over their shoulder, they could have screamed as an orange-handled hatchet was stuck into the tree behind them. (y/n) scrambled up to their feet but with quick thinking, grabbed the hatchets handle and pulled it from the bark of the tree, wood splintering on the forest floor, before taking off back the way they had come, Angry shouts from behind them as the person pursued them. "Give that b-BACK" the man shouted and chased after them.

Eventually the person was loosened from their trail and they stuffed the weapon into their bag returning to the hotel rental, shaking up. 



Hoodie