Creepypasta One-Shots

Jeff the Killer

(Remake)

The forest was dense. The tree towered over Y/n as her feet rapidly hit the wet ground, running for her life. Being chased by a serial killer is not what it would be like in the dark romance books. It's not fun. It's not hot or erotic. It's like running as fast as you can home to that one person so they don't die.

A man with a carved smile and white hoodie with black jeans almost flew along with the trees, chasing after his little prey. He could already imagine how much more beautiful she would be if he carved his knife into her flesh... or something other than his knife into her flesh.

The forest felt endless, a labyrinth to escape and hopefully not die. Y/n had run until she could no longer run, hiding behind a tree to catch her breath. Her hand came to her shirt, clutching it tightly as she tried to regain control over her breathing, muttering reassuring phrases under her breath. She shouldn't get her hopes up. Hope is the worst type of torture.

Then... A hand came from behind the tree to cover Y/n's mouth. She immediately screamed, which was muffled as she tried to get away but only to be pulled against the killer's chest, unable to get away. She thrashed until he held her head to his chest.

"Shh, little prey..." he murmured almost sickenly sweet. "I'm not going to hurt you. I never would... not yet anyway." He chuckled darkly as he watched her eyes widened more with fear, already trying to talk but his hand muffled her words.

He leaned his head down to whisper in her ear. His breath hitting her cool skin as his bloody lips brush against the top of her ear, slightly covering it with blood. "Don't you remember the promise I made when I let you have a 10 second head start? When I catch you... I'll fuck you."

Those words sent shivers down Y/n's spine. She could feel her knees slightly growing weak. He smirked before letting his hand off her mouth, letting her breathe before wrapping his hand around her throat, not enough to cut off her airway, but to warn her.

"Y-You... You shouldn't-" she was cut off by a squeeze to her throat, eliciting a gasp from her lips.
"Don't test me, little prey," he practically snarled, "I made that promise, and now I'm going to fulfill that promise."

His hand dropped down to the waistband of her pants and slipped inside. Her mind told her to resist, that she shouldn't want this, but her body betrayed her thoughts and her back arched at his touch. His fingers separating her slick folds which made a growl rumble from within his chest. "Already dripping wet for me, good girl," he whispered into her ear as two of his fingers slid inside her.

She was already squirming and moving her hips for him to go in deeper. This made a dark chuckle escape him before he started pumping his fingers in and out of her. "Since you've been so good for me, I think I'll give you a reward," he promised.