Night Light °a jeff the killer x male reader story

Police °prt 11

*we slept well that night, atleast he did. I didnt sleep a wink honestly. The thought of him kept me up all night and make me honestly wanna vomit. I missed the security sam gave me, i dont know why he gave me a sense of security but he did and i missed that. Alot!... Atleast when he slept over i didnt sleep with a knife under my pillow. At least he had fucking eyelids. Atleast he had some sort of fucking pigmentation in the skin. But no! Im stuck with jeff who was currently groaning asleep next to me. Even if i felt safe to sleep aside him his breathing would keep me wide awake. As in wide wide awake. His breathing was so labored and he relied alot on the heater. Now i didnt get any heat for myself... Maybe him sleeping gives me the opportunity to call the police and say theres a probable psycho in my bed.*

I turn slightly to get up, the bed bouncing with my lifted weight making me freeze immediately as jeff sniffled in disturbance but went back to sounding like a pug. I slowly lift my weight off the bed and the creaking finally stopped as i was completely up and free from that sweaty bed. I turn to my night stand and pick up my phone and sneak to the bathroom, i cringe at every horrid creeeaaak i hear. I hate old houses.

I sit on the tile floor which doesn't creak which is very good for my case. I open my phone and turn the sound off completely for any videos or typing, i type in the number in the line and pressed call, letting it buzz in my hand, my blood leaving my fingertips. I hold it up to my ear as the lady answers.

"Hello? Emergency services here." i take a shaky breath to test my volume, "uhm hello". I whisper into the mic and i hear the lady sigh probably at the age i sounded. "whats your emergency?" she asked and i adjusted my seat on the cold floor so i sat less on my tail bone. "uhm I'd like to report an active.... Trespassing? Or break in?." i said and i felt her mood shift aa if she was taking me serious."and can you describe the person or people that broke into your home sir?" she asked, more stern in here voice now. "uhm its a man. Hes tall and has long black hair.... And his skin is white and rough..." i describe and i heard her hold back a chuckle, *what the hell, was my description not believable or something?!*. "and hes...a young adult... And his skin is really cold and pale... And his eyes dont blink!" i sorta whisper-yelled at the end with my passion of this freak. She giggled, "so he's some type of reptile?" she laughed. "probably!" i said in the same tone as last time. "well get back to me if he tries to bite your neck, hear?" and like that a drawn out beep rings in my ear. And the call has ended.

*dude what the hell? Did she think i was prank calling her?!. They cant just hang up... I wasnt even lying.* i look back at the bathroom door and slowly creep out again, preparing my brain to see jeff crawling on the ceiling. But no he was asleep. Thankfully. I look around my eyes catching on the attic, i kind of wanted to check out how he lived for that small while, maybe i can learn more bout him this way. I walk slowly on the creaky floor to the start of the stairs and cringe when the first creaks louder then the floor, i go on the second one and peek at jeffs side profile while he was sleeping, his mouth and nose was covered by thw blanket while his eyes were wide open staring at the wall, i jump a bit and hear my heart thump but he layed still. Maybe he is an open eyed sleeper. Not suprising!. I stare at his dead face for awhile longer before stepping up the stairs again and again till i was met with the dusty attic. I look around, the moonlight shining in. A blanket layed on the floor, as well as carved out slits in the floor and wall they were freakishly deep. Does he have a knife?!. I look under the blankets, shirt, another spoon and a hoodie layed under his blanket, mine and worn. Not washed. He must've stolen them from my laundry hamper... But why?. The blanket was also covered in blood and darker smudges which was probably blood that dried from his injury.

I felt a pamg of sympathy shoot through me, it probably hurt him tryna sleep with a gash in his stomach. Poor dude. I crawl back down the creaky stairs onto the floor. Jeff was still sleeping as i walked around the bed frame to my side of the bed, jeffs back and hair viable from where i opened the blanket, i lay back down next to him, taking my time bc of the creaking of bed springs. I lean onto my mattress letting my tense spine relax. I layed there not enjoying my tight fit. He leaned more on the heater relieving me with some space. I layed on my side away from him and sighed a bit. Then jeffs laboured snoring came back into my ears as my thoughts grew quiet. *i dont expect sleep tonight. Not with him basically coughing to breath.* i layed with my eyed wide open as my brain predicted every breathing pattern and coughing. I also counted all his hiccups. I mean i could sleep probably but i didnt want to regardless. Freak might want to skin me alive....

I flinched when i felt him shift and groan. I felt him turn around to face me and i peaked behind me and almost jumped out my skin when i saw his half covered face with those wide open eyes.

Maybe ill go sleep on the couch.