One Girl Against Three Killers (female reader x proxies) Creepypasta

Chapter Eight: Run

After all their explanations, you finally got to know who they were. They introduced themselves properly. The first one was Tim, who shared that his real name was Timothy, but he preferred to be called Tim. The second was Toby, who was wearing a scarf that covered his mouth. Toby had mentioned earlier that he had Tourette Syndrome, which causes him to tic frequently. However, you noticed that he seemed disengaged and occasionally glared at you, making you feel uneasy. It was clear that he didn't seem to like your presence at all. Despite this, Tim and Brian reassured you that Toby acted this way only with people he didn't know well and that he could become quite energetic and friendly once he felt comfortable. Finally, there was Brian, the tallest member of the group. He didn't talk much, but he was nice. They explained that they were a group of hikers who had unexpectedly found you lying unconscious inside the cave.

Of course, in exchange, they asked you about some things. You shared a bit about yourself, mentioning how you now live in the city and your visiting schedule to your dad's house. You didn't provide all the details, as you didn't fully trust them yet. You also told them about your experience with the three masked killers who broke into your house. You asked if they had seen them and whether they should call the police. Unfortunately, they hadn't seen anyone other than you and had not brought their phones on the hike, which left you feeling quite distressed. However, they reassured you that they would keep you safe at the cabin, noting that the windows were boarded up for security. They promised to escort you out of the forest and back to the city the next morning. A glimmer of hope appeared, but you remained nervous, hoping everything would turn out alright.

Later, you were sitting alone on the sofa, eating a pack of biscuits they had given you. Suddenly, you heard rustling from the other sofa in front of you. You looked up and saw Brian smiling at you. "Sorry about the lack of food. That's all we had." You smiled back and shook your head slightly. "No, it's fine. It's actually good." Brian nodded in response before turning his gaze to the stitches on your arm. "How's your arm?" You glanced at your arm and examined the stitches for a moment before looking back at him and smiling again. "It's been good." Brian smiled and leaned back on the sofa.

Just then, footsteps approached, and Tim and Toby appeared. Tim sat next to you, while Toby took a seat next to Brian, giving you his usual glare. This made you feel a bit awkward and uncomfortable.

Tim finally broke the silence, saying, "Oh, by the way, do you want some water?" He asked politely, but you shook your head and gave him a reassuring smile. "No thanks. Maybe later." Tim nodded and asked again, "Okay, how are you feeling so far?"

You noticed that every time Tim spoke, you got a sudden feeling of déjà vu. You hadn't met him before, had you? But you brushed it off and answered his question. "I've been doing well. Um... how about you guys?"

You asked a question to ease the awkwardness filling the room. Tim chuckled slightly and said, "Good as well. Just feeling a bit tired, you know." You let out a small chuckle and nodded, but before you could respond, Toby spoke up. "Yeah, me too. It's been a hell of a day." He continued to glare at you, which you tried to ignore. You glanced over at Brian, who remained silent but seemed to share the same sentiment as the others.

You nodded again and looked at the floor, unsure of what to say next. The awkward tension in the room grew, and the silence became more pronounced. If only there were a way out of this situation...

"Um, is there a bathroom here?"

You spoke up, hoping that asking for the bathroom would provide a good excuse. Tim smiled slightly and pointed towards the stairs. "It's upstairs, down the hallway. You'll find it." You smiled back and excused yourself.

You went upstairs and started walking down the hallway, feeling a bit relieved to escape the awkwardness.

As you walked down the hallway, your eyes were primarily focused on the last door, assuming it was the bathroom. Suddenly, you slowed your pace and lost focus when you noticed another door slightly open. Curiosity got the better of you, and you slowly approached the door.