Creepy pasta one shots

Hobo heart x reader

"Ugh, that guy is there again."
You scoffed whilst peaking out of your blinds, your apartment was on the second floor. there was always this guy standing beside the communal dumpsters. He was always there scaring people away and chasing girls who were just trying to throw out their trash, he was all in all bothersome. You and your fellow neighbours had complained yet nothing has been done. it seems like it'll take something terrible to happen for someone to finally remove him. of course it had to be your garbage day, those one day he wouldn't leave, and the bags were piling up. You had two black garbage bags you had to dispose of, you were just waiting for the right moment though.

You peeked through your blinds again, the homeless guy walked over to the second apartment complex. This was your chance! You grabbed your keys, your phone, and stuffed them in your pockets. You grabbed both of the bags, opened the door and headed to the dumpsters.
You closed your door then trudged to the communal dumpsters, and you threw your trash in the dumpster. But just as you turned to walk back home, you saw that shady homeless guy again, and he was looking right at you. You started running back to your apartment and the man was following close behind you. You dashed up the steps, you didn't make it to the top because he had grabbed your pant leg and tugged you down. You landed roughy onto your butt, you kicked the guy badly but it seemed like nothing could stop him, Until he had shown up that is.

He called himself Hoboheart, you hadn't a clue why, but regardless you were grateful for him hearing the struggle and restraining the man. You quickly ran to your apartment and called the police, when you peaked outside your apartment door Hoboheart was gone. He left a pool of blood from the man who attacked you, trickling down the steps. You were trying your hardest not to shout, I mean it wouldn't help at all since the police were already coming anyway. The creepy homeless guy was bleeding out on the steps and all you could do was watch as he convulsed and twitched.

The police arrived ten minutes after you called about the guy, real late. They asked you to come down the steps to talk to them and you complied.
You told them everything you knew, but mostly you vaguely told them about the mysterious guy.

"What else can you tell us about this... guy?"
The police officer questioned you, it seemed like he didn't believe you. but there was no way you could overpower this guy at your stature.

"everything I said was all I knew."
This cop was starting to bother you so you just apologized and walked away, I mean you already told them everything you knew. you stepped over the guy lying on the stairs and went back into your apartment. You swiftly shut the door behind you and locked it, maybe they should use their detective skills instead of pestering someone who was just attacked. You sighed out of exhaustion, who knew something as simple as taking out the trash would turn into this.

You walked into your bedroom and laid down on your bed, the cool breeze from your open window was relaxing. Whilst lying down and thinking about your day a faint creaking came from your closet, the doors slowly swung open and you saw Hoboheart's blue eyes peering at you. His face skeletal face was barely in view with the shining moonlight through your windows, he stepped out of your closet and stood at the foot of your bed. You wearily looked at him as you backed away to your beds headboard, he was still a stranger after all. He moved closer and he climbed onto your bed slowly inching towards you with a soft look in his eyes. screaming for help would be difficult since he was so close and could easily attack you.

"Can I stay the night?"
His question sounded more like a demand, you slowly nodded your head as he was mere inches away from you. He softly smiled and sat on the floor staring at you as you were sitting on your bed. You laid down on your bed under the covers and tried to sleep but you felt him watching you. Tossing and turning all night, you felt like it was the worst sleep you had in days. You sat up with a cold sweat dripping down your cheek, the image of the crazy man lying against the stairs flashed in your mind. You looked over at the floor beside your bed to see hoboheart lying on his back staring at you. You put your hand out and he sat up and held it, the palm of his hand cupped yours.

A small frown was appearing on your face as you thought about the events of that evening. You were slowly starting to cry feeling an overwhelming sense of sadness, hoboheart stood up whilst still holding your hand and sat beside you. He listened and smiled as you cried about how scared you were. soon after you were getting incredibly tired, the tears that stopped made your eyes want to close tight. Hoboheart slowly let go of your hand, you looked up at him surprised, he then wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down onto your side next to him. He smiled at you softly as you started to fall asleep in his arms, you felt him staring at you as you slept but it felt comforting this time.