Creepy pasta

Chapter VIII - So Close

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As that person, held my waist tightly.  Shivers ran through me and I closed my eyes as this person nails dug my skin. I could feel the blood flowing down my body soaking my dark jeans.

Is this what I deserve? Did I ever disobeyed anyone? If I was little then thought didn't count.

I kicked this person in  its private-zone and it sounded like a him.

I turned around and froze- it was the killer. I backed away slowly realizing what I've done. The bathroom door was locked and nobody can get in.

He liked the sound of pain.

Wait, the word like don't fit there. He loves pain.

He smirked at me and walked as slow as possible to make every nerve appear. I couldn't escape him now or ever.

He's always there, I don't know if he was there as a child stalking me, but something in my mind keeps telling me, 'he was always there.'

When we were finally inches apart, I couldn't stop staring at the floor. I backed away but this time he stepped two times closer than before. We were so close I could hear his heartbeat. It was slow while mines was rapid.

He leaned forward, and kissed me.

Before I took a chance and process any everything, he pushed me against the wall. I closed my eyes and wrapped my hands around his neck.

How could something wrong feel so right?

Then reality someone sank through my head, he's my mother killer.

I tried to pull away but he kept me close, and eventually he pulled away and looked deep into my eyes.

His face was calm; while me, my face was filled with anger and happiness mixed together in a blender.

None of us either talked or moved from each other.

"Follow me." He said calmly in a demanding tone.

"Wait-" he stopped and waited for me to say something.

"I can't leave right now. I-I have class."

"Get notes, cheat, I don't care just follow me now."

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He took me to the forest that I always come to have a quick snack.

"Remember this?" He asked, and I nodded slowly.

"Your secrets are kept safe with me." I looked at him confused.

"You don't remember, huh?" He asked knowing the answer and continued. "Well, when you were just four years old you stole my precious rose that I grew myself from this very forest and gave it to you're father. I was only six years and this memory has stayed with me forever. I waited and watched you grew and I thought that this was the right time to kill you for what you've done." I gasp, as I saw the knife he pulled out.

"Wait-" I yelled. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please."

"Don't do this. I was just a little girl. I haven't had a clue." He was still walking closer every time I backed away. "On the bright side, there's lots of roses here now, it probably multiplied." I said, he stopped.

I closed my eyes shut, I didn't care anymore. Why beg when he won't even listen to me? I waited to feel the pain but nothing happened. I opened my eyes slowly to see nobody standing there.

He took me here; alone, in the middle of nowhere.

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The woods surrounded me, the night enveloping me like a black cloak. My breathe came in short gasp, the cold air way clogging up my air way.

I stumbled, falling on my hands and knees. I could feel blood seeping down my legs, sharp branches scratching my hands but I paid little attention to the pain.

"You're an idiot. I hate you, the killer! I hate you so much, pain wouldn't describe it to you right now!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

Tears streamed down my face as I looked around for help.

I got up and ran again. It was turning really dark and I screamed loudly, hoping by any chance some stranger was here to be my hero.

I fell towards the dirt of the ground and screamed again.

I felt someone's presence and I looked up in fear. He offered me his hand and I took it quickly; he pulled me up and the killer shrugged as he walked leading me.

I fell again at from the pain of my legs and struggled to get up. He knelt down, I was facing his back, "Get on." He said softly.

I climbed onto him and wrapped my legs around his waist tightly and he gripped at them roughly.

I laid my head on his shoulder. He was taking me back to were I was safe.

Finally, we reached my house and he stopped at the door. I got off him and my next move was unexpected, I hugged him from the back. I could feel him tense up a bit and relaxed after.

I didn't want to let go of him.

I let go of him and couldn't look at him- his eyes were blue, to me at first i noticed darkness, pitch black.

I past through him, unlocking the door. I entered but he didn't.

"Are you coming in?" I asked.

"You want me you're parent killer to enter you're house?"

"You did it more than a couple times."

He smirked, entering as I closed the door shut. We walked to my room, with nothing but silence invading.

I sat down on my bed, wondering if he was going to comment about our kiss. It was my first kiss and he took away my virgin lips. That's why this thought kept crossing my mind.

We both starred at each other, I finally got to take a good look at him. His irresistible body that glows during the night. He took off his white hoodie before he came into my room. His abs looked so smooth and delicious enough to eat. I looked down at his lips; kissable lips might I add, so soft and pink as I remembered him touching my lips.

I wonder what he looks like. With that kind of body, he's defiantly hot.

"Why were you crying?" He asked, his devilishly sexy voice boomed through my ears. I looked away, trying to fight the urge not to cry.

He moved from where he was standing and stood right in front of me. Looking deep into my eyes, and I couldn't look away. They were so beautiful, it was hard to concentrate.

"I wasn't crying." I lied.

He grabbed my chin gently and looked into my eyes.

"You're lying. Plus, I heard you." He stated, crossing his arms.

"I was being bullied that's all."

"Who? Who's bullying you? I swear, I'll rip they're throats out when I find out."

"You won't." I said, in a sad tone.

"Why not? You know I'm the killer."

"Because they're you're friends." I said, biting my tongue.

"No." He said, not believing me. "It's not them."

"It is. Mostly Masky." I said, tears streamed down and he wiped them away with his thumb.

"Come on, get ready for bed."

"Okay."

I got into my bed and scrambled around as I found the perfect position.

"Let me tell you a quick story. It's kinda scary." I nodded, and he began.

"It's called sleeping beauty." He said, sheepishly. "You are the beauty, now go to sleep." he leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"Goodnight, my sweets."

As always.

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Jeff: what's ur name?

Me: jeff the killer what about u?

Jeff: Eleanor the loser and you *glances at Eleanor*

Eleanor: Patrick The starfish