Jeff the killer x male!reader

CH. 8

They seemed to pause for a second as they created more fog and continued to write.

'Yes'

My Heart dropped, I know I semi expected that answer but honestly I damn well know im fucked now... It seemed to be really windy, the hood or his hoodie was flapping around like fucking crazy. For some reason the first thought was to let him in but holy shit thank god i snapped out of that. He's a STRANGER. I don't know him for the love of christ why the hell would i let him in. But at the same time........ what would happen if i did?..

A tap on the window catches my attention. Now that I'm close I can see the item he was using to create those weird noises.. It was a fucking knife, why am I even surprised at this point. Swallowing thickly I lean away feeling like the knife could just break through the glass at any time. It seemed like he saw how uneasy I was and traced it along the glass, making scratching noises.

I quickly flip the paper over and continue to write on the other side.

'Quit that you annoying fucking prick'

I know insulting a dude with a weapon isn't the best idea but he seemed to take my comment lightly since his shoulders bobbed up and down like they do when you laugh. He did seem to listen to you and stopped.

Another question popped into my head.

'Did you kill that boy.' I hesitantly lifted the piece of paper up, shielding my face with it so I couldn't exactly see him. A second passed and a tap on the window caught my attention. Peaking around the paper I see he already wrote out his response.

'I did'

HOLY SHIT. I encountered a murderer. And he was just sitting there, outside my fucking window right now. A sudden sharp poke at my foot caught my attention, looking down I noticed he cracked the window slightly open while I was frozen from the shock. Luckily it seemed to have jammed but he did manage to open a decent amount. Maybe enough to fit a hand in. In all honesty I was speechless, what the fuck are you suppose to say to a murderer that just came knocking on your window one night.

I turned on my bedside lamp to see him a bit clearer since the moonlight wasn't enough anymore. He seemed to be extremely pale, not even that, he was just white. Not the race but literally, white as a ghost. This is the so-called Jeff the killer??

In some witness reports that came out he seemed to have no eyelids, of course it was just plainly wrong. He did have them, his eyes just seemed to always be open a bit wider so It's hard to notice from a victims perspective since you're only trying to survive at the moment.

But what also caught my attention was the medical mask he was wearing. 'Didn't covid pass already?' You wandered. "Ya' done staring?" His voice honestly scared the fuck out of me. I didn't expect to hear him talk at all. It seemed the window was cracked open just enough for us to hear each other. An annoyed sigh made you focus a bit more of your attention onto him. "I'll be back, tell no one about this and you might live. I'll see if I feel generous enough." He said, making me shiver. "Uhm.. okay." You manage to say as he hopped off of your window and ran off again.

Slamming the rest of the window back down I let out such a big sigh of relief. "Holy shit oh my god my heart is racing so fast i swear i feel like a track runner." I mutter climbing off the windowsill and sitting on my bed. Minutes passed and I felt my body grow more and more heavy. Before I even knew it I smacked my head against the pillow and passed out.