Night Light °a jeff the killer x male reader story

Creeper °Prt 8

I wake up to my closet door wide open. I feel the chill run on my skin as i stand up immediately to look outside. *Its completely packed with snow outside, the woods and everything. I remember last night. It was probably sleep paralysis honestly.* i close the curtian and go back to my warm bed and open my phone and swipe up to my homescreen where i go to me and sams chat, it was just a simple "goodmorning" text * oh well nothing out the ordinary. I dont think he can come over till this snow calms down. Especially with a bike*...

I text back a "goodmorning" and put my phone back on my night stand. I stand back up and walk to my bathroom. I feel a wet sludge on my foot and look down at the mud foot prints on the white tile floor. I walk to the shower and rinse the mud off, but the same mud smudges are back on the small window. My eyebrows frown as i look around and walk back out the bathroom, avoiding the mud on the floor. I go back to my room and sigh as i sit on the edge of my bed ro see if anything else happened on my phone while i was asleep.

I scroll through videos on youtube after not findind anything. I feel something warm and moist breath onto my heel and yank my feet up. "THE FUCK?" i scream as i wipe my foot on the blanket. I then listen closely to the heavy breathing under my bed, i look where i wiped my foot, its a dusty red on the sheets. I peer over the edge of the bed and look at the fingers rubbing my carpet, they were skinny but masculine hands, really pale. The nail a bit broken but outgrown... "stop that!" i say loudly and they yanked their hand back.

My mind wonders back to the notes. *this might be jeff... But i really dont think he was ever a ghost to begin with anymore.* i lean back over the edge, "jeff?" i whisper, getting a bit embarrassed at the thought of being wrong. As i whispered the word the breathing got quiet at a abrupt stop. I knock on the wooden bed frame and the breathing started again but more panicked. "do you want me to leave or something?" i said at a regular volume and a small huff turned into a hum in his voice made me assume yes he dis want me to leave. I crawl to the end of the bed and get off, quick to jump away from grabbing length. I walk to my bedroom door and open it slowly then slowly shut my door as i walk out.

I stay at the front of the door listening into the room, for any sounds. After a moment or two that was probably a minute i heard shuffling and heavy footsteps that vibrated the wooden floor under my feet and also in the door. I flinch a bit but then hear him get back into the closet and slam the door shut. I breath heavily, i was definitely not able to excuse this for hallucinations. There was a man in my house. I slowly creak the door back open and look around at the unchanged room. I look under my bed but there was no one, but my closet door was now shut tightly. I look at the blood droplets on the floor qnd the red from where he brought himself up, and where he shut the door. I sit back down on my bed, too anxious to keep my feet on the ground. I glance at the closet door where a small crack in the door quickly closes again. "are you jeff?" i ask and another cracked hum broke from the closet, probably a yes.

"are you hurt?" i ask, hes been leaving blood most places and has stolen a towel. I hear more soft struggled breathing, he seems almost too nervous to really talk or even be there. "do you want to come out?" i ask after no responses were made and he locked my closet, i didnt even notice he took the key. This felt a bit sassy on his end. "do you maybe rather wanna stay in the attic?.... My closet is small...." i ask, really trying to get him something to agree with. I hear him grunt again. "well alright.... I'll leave... Feel welcome to go there... Then ill come back." i say, standing back up again and walking out the open door and shutting it. I immediately here the closet door open and stomping up the stairs into the attic.

I slowly open the door again, seeing the wide open closet door and mud on the foor going up to the attic."it alright in there?" i stay a bit louder then normal so he can hear me. He grunted a bit. "do you not want tme to see you?" i ask and he breathed softlt again, not responding. I see a arm stick out from the top of the ladder and he reached for my bed. I put two and two together and took one of my blankets and handed it to him. "... Are you cold should i turn the heater up?" i hear him grunt again and just simply went to my room heater and turned it way up for him. "itll take a minute." i say as i turn it on. I dont get a reply. "i know you're hurt... Can i give you something and you can give me my towel back?". I heard another grunt, they started sounding like rewards when i found something he'd enjoy. I walk to the bathroom and get the first aid kit from under the sink and toss it up. A few seconds later i get a really bloody towel back." Thank you! "