Are You Suppose To Be Scary? (Creepypasta x Reader)

Prologue: Background

Things were hard sometimes. Living alone in your house that was in a town where murder always occurred. You had turned 18 recently, and as soon as that happened. You moved, its not that you're parents were bad. It was just that... Well. You had been living with your grandparents for about 5 years. Your parents had died, you had gone to stay with your grandparents for a week while they went out on vacation. They had been found in the woods, your father had been stabbed. But his cause of death was drowning, even though there was no water nearby. You're mother, she had been stabbed, a smile carved upon her face and her kidneys had been removed. You had felt numb for a long time after that. At school you had gotten into fights, but for the record they did start it. To get away from it all you worked your ass off to graduate early which you did. You finished school by the end of the first semester of your junior year. After that you went into work. You worked 2 jobs to save up enough money so that way when you were 18 you could move out. When you got the place you went back to only having one job so you could have some free time but still pay the bills. Every so often though, someone who had bullied you at school comes by your work which currently is Hot Topic. They pay you well which is why you kept that job, they also give you discounts on their overly expensive clothes. Anyway, when the bullies sometimes find you working, they'll pick on you. Asking why you werent in school, if you had gotten kicked out, if you were a prostitute on the streets. Yeah, it was never pretty. But in the back of your mind you knew karma was one day going to bite them in the ass.
Currently you were sitting on your couch watching the news. You usually were keeping up with the murders, last week, the neighbors down the street had been murdered. After that you had made sure your doors were locked, windows were shut, and a couple of lights on at night. Safety percations. You weren't scared, in fact you never really feared anything anymore. When you were younger you had been scared of everything, but after secretly watching horror movies and having nightmares for months, your mind was really the only thing that scared you now. Before he was murdered, your dad had taught you basic survival skills, especially in the event of a murderer or something, first was that no matter what. You never scream and cry like a little bitch. It doesn't do shit. And you don't hide, because they are more likely to find and kill you. You hide in the corner where they won't look first and when they come you make sure you have something, its fight or flight. You were happy not really having many friends, well. Any friends actually. Especially in a town where everyone seemed to be getting murdered.
But after that, it was pretty normal around here. You were okay, you were like any teenager really. You liked to eat, you liked to sleep,and you were usually on your laptop. But unknown to you at the moment, you didn't know your life was about to get a little more exciting.