Creepypasta x Reader ONESHOTS!!

Jeff the Killer x Reader

||this story is soft and SFW.||
||mentions of death and paranoia||

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You toss and turn in bed, trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep. As you scroll through your phone, your eyes grow heavy, and you begin to drift off. Suddenly, a chill runs down your spine, and you feel like someone is watching you.

You sit up in bed and scan the room, but there's no one there. The curtains sway gently in the breeze, and the only sound you hear is the soft hum of the air conditioner. You tell yourself it's just your imagination playing tricks on you and try to brush it off, but the feeling persists.

You turn back to your phone, but you can't focus on anything else. Your mind races with questions. Who could be watching you? Why? Are you in danger? Your heart pounds in your chest, and your breathing quickens.

As the minutes tick by, the feeling of being watched intensifies, and you can't shake the feeling that something sinister is lurking in the shadows. You wrap yourself tightly in your blankets and try to calm down, but every sound and movement in the room sends shivers down your spine.

A sudden chill runs down your spine, and the hair on the back of your neck stands on end as you hear a soft, almost inaudible whisper. "Go to sleep." The voice is low and menacing, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

You turn around quickly, scanning the room for the source of the voice. Your heart races as you see no one in sight. The room is quiet, and you're alone. You can't help but feel unnerved by the strange experience, but you try to convince yourself that it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. You take a deep breath and try to calm your racing heart, but you can't shake the feeling of unease. You know you heard something, and it felt too real to be a figment of your imagination. You turn on the lamp beside your bed, illuminating the room with a soft glow.

You scan the room again, this time with more scrutiny. Your eyes dart around, searching for any signs of movement or disturbance. Nothing seems out of place, and the room appears just as it did before. Finally, exhaustion overtakes you, and you fall into a restless sleep, plagued by dark and unsettling dreams. When you wake up, the memory of the voice still lingers in your mind, and you can't shake the feeling that it was more than just your imagination.

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You wake up to the soft glow of sunlight filtering through your curtains. You stretch your limbs and sit up, feeling refreshed and relaxed. The memory of the previous night's strange experience fades away as you realize that everything seems normal. You take a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling a sense of calm wash over you.

You glance at the clock on your bedside table and realize that it's a weekday, and you have the day off. A smile spreads across your face as you realize that you can relax and enjoy the day without any stress or worries.

You get out of bed and stretch your arms and legs, feeling the tension release from your muscles. As you make your way to the kitchen, you notice something unusual in the sink. There's a broken mug, and you can't help but wonder if it was always there.

You walk closer to the sink, examining the broken pieces. It's a mug that you've used before, and you're certain that it wasn't broken the last time you saw it. You rack your brain, trying to remember if you accidentally broke it, but you draw a blank.

You're puzzled and a little uneasy. How did the mug break? Did someone break it and not tell you? Or did you do it and not remember? You try to retrace your steps from the previous day, but you can't seem to recall anything out of the ordinary.