𝓐𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲 | Eyeless Jack X reader

Chapter V

I wake up very early in the morning. I only have 1 class today, at 10AM, but since I have a few hours to myself I decide to have another ME day.

I hop out of bed and straight into the shower. The warm water feels calming on my body. I use the new body wash that I bought yesterday, it smells like honey and wax, I like that smell. I shampoo my hair, rubbing my scalp gently then rinsing off.
After I'm done I stop the water and I get out of the shower. I wrap one towel around my head and another around my body.
I use a new body scrub that leaves me feeling and smelling fresh.
I put on a blue hoodie and pink sweatpants, I put my hair up for more comfort and go downstairs. I make a coffee and some toast with cottage cheese. I eat while I scroll on my phone. I don't feel the time, but when 10AM nears I return upstairs and log in.
I don't know why I chose to major in English and literature, but I like it. It's enjoyable and I'm good at it. But it's not truly what I want.

After the class ends I revise some of my notes. My exams are coming up and I'll have to travel to Morgantown to take them. I look forward to the trip, it'll be a nice experience that I can turn into a vacation.

By the time I'm done with everything it's already the afternoon. I get up from my chair and reach for the Halloween costume that I left on the dresser the night before. It consists of a purple dress with black lace, black stockings and black lace gloves. It goes perfectly well with my store-bought witch hat!

I go downstairs and start preparation of the candy bowls- one for me and one for the trick or treaters. I placed the nicer candy into my bowl, of course, and I sit down on the couch and put on a horror movie. I choose to start with the Bride of Chucky, then move to Texas Chainsaw massacre and if I have time, finish the night with a bang!- The curse of Lallorona!

Not even half an hour into the first movie and the doorbell begins to ring. At first I get many parents with their young kids. Everyone is smiling and holding up their candy bags and baskets. I get a lot of nostalgia from when I used to go trick or treating.
I see kids dressed as ghouls, princesses and heroes, pirates and pop culture references. It truly makes me happy to be a part of such a warming and fun holiday.

The later it becomes, the less children come. I get a few groups of teens here and there, but it mainly starts to die down. The holiday is over, unfortunately. And now I'm left with one big candy bowl that I can't even look at, because I ate so much. I finish the last movie, the Halloween spirit slowly fading from me. The holiday is over. Or at least that's what I thought.

At around 11:30 PM, just as I'm about to go to bed, the doorbell rings.
I sigh and get up, despite of the late hour I'm not going to be one of those party poopers that denies trick or treaters after 10PM. I'm not that old.
I go to open the door and I see a man standing there, just looking at me. He doesn't have a candy bag or even an old pillowcase. His costume is rather strange. He has on a white hoodie with some fake blood splatters on it, black pants and combat boots. He has very detailed face make up- he has a white base, with lots of blood splatters and a huge, wide smile that looks carved in, it looks very real.

"Trick or treat."
He says in a low but cheerful voice.

I just look at him, handing over a handful of candies. I feel awkward, something is wrong here. I decide to start a conversation.

"You have a very weird costume, what were you going for?"
I ask the man, but he dodges my question.

"I choose trick."

This catches me off guard and I chuckle awkwardly.
"What?"
I ask, trying to laugh it off.

The man takes out a sharp, bloody kitchen knife and tries to lunge at me, but I somehow manage to close the door and lock it in time. He starts to bang on the door.

"Open up, you whore!"
I back away from the door, calculating how much time I have.

"I'm not calling the police again. Open. The. Fucking. Door!"

I go to grab a knife from the kitchen, but the shouting and banging continue, I worry that the door is going to come off its hinges at any moment, I don't have a lot of time

"Nobody is coming to save you. You're going to die a slow, agonising and lonely death!"
He laughs sadistically, like a more unhinged and aggressive version of the Joker.

I come up with a plan to save myself- I'm going to make him think I'm hiding somewhere upstairs, when in actuality I'll sneak out of the back door.

I stomp loudly up the stairs, making as much noise as possible, in hopes that he'll hear me. I go back down the stairs, quietly, avoiding the creaky stair that gave him away last time he was here. I go to open the back door, it doesn't make even a single sound, I go outside and gently close it. I crouch up against the way, listing in.
The banging continues, until it finally happens- the door breaks. The sound of broken wood echoes throughout the entire first story. He begins to chuckle in a low, menacing tone.

"Little birdie, little birdie. Where is your nest.?"
The man taunts me while laughing.

"Oh I'm coming to get you!"
He says in a high note, as if imitating the playful nature of a clown.
"You can't run and you can't hide!"

He goes up the stairs. Now is my chance. I make a run for it. Luckily the backyard fence is low and I can jump it quickly and easily, without much effort or commotion.
I run into the woods around my house and I don't stop for a while. I lose my hat in the process, which could end badly if he decides to check the woods, but I don't care, I just run. I'm not a good runner, I've never been, so I quickly get tired and run out of breath.

I sit on a random rock that I found. I gasp for air and I hold my chest. My throat is dry, my nose has gotten runny. My legs feel like bricks, too heavy for me to move anymore. My hands feel helpless. I'm scared. I don't know where I am, I don't know what to do. So I just sit there, existing in the moment, unsure of my next course of action.
Suddenly, I hear a twig snapping from somewhere to my left. I turn my head to look in its direction. My heart stops in terror