Creepypasta x Reader

Chapter Two

You were tired as you looked at the three empty boxes that were stacked on top of each other; you were only half way done with unpacking. The sun having already set and was replaced by the moon as the clock that hung on the wall read 8:35pm. Leaning back on the couch you sighed as you rubbed your tired [Eye Color] eyes. Standing up you stretched, listening to the sound your bones made as the joints popped from your movement. Slowly you made your way to the bathroom, deciding a warm shower would be nice for your tired state.

Walking into the bathroom, you shivered as your bare feet made contact with the cold, dust covered tiled floor. The bathroom was small, only big enough to fit one person, there was a single sink with a cabinet underneath it and a mirror hanging above it. Beside it was a toilet with a toilet paper holder attached to the side of the cabinet. A metal towel holder that was bolted to the wall and next to that was a bathtub with a shower head above it, all your bathing supplies was already in there. Closing the door you begin to strip down, shivering at the cold air as you stood there in nothing but your undergarments.

Reaching over to the bathtub you turned the knob half way to the left, the shower head shook and moan before water spewed out through the little holes that decorated it. After a while you stripped off the last of your clothing and stepped under the water, shivering as it hit the back of your skull and ran down your back. Thoughts of today raced through your mind especially the short conversation you had with the old woman that lived across the hall. 'What did she mean by monsters?' you thought as you begin to wash your hair. When you had finish your shower and were dressed in comfortable pajamas you threw yourself down on the stiff couch, hair dripping wet and leaving wet spots on it.

Turning on the old TV you watched as the picture soon came to focus and that it was already on the news channel. Putting the remote down and lying down on the old cushions you listen to the weather man as he went on and on about how it was going to only get colder and might even snow a bit through the week. Just as your eyes were being to flutter shut you heard something that caught your interest. "In other news, young Elise Williams, age sixteen, was found this morning by her mother. The victim's throat had been slit it appears and the victim seems to be missing both kidneys, we'll have more on the story later on tonight" the news reporter said, her eyes wide as she appeared to look sick at reading the information a loud.

You stared at the screen, it was only your first day in this town and already there was a murderer out there. Turning the volume down you just stared at the screen and watched as the woman's lips moved yet no sound came out, turning your back to the screen you closed your eyes and fell asleep.

-Time Skip-

You jolted awake, breathing heavily as sweat dripped down your forehead. The lights and TV was still on and you were still on the couch. Looking around the apartment you found nothing out of place...so what woke you up? Looking up to the ceiling you listen the muffled sounds from up above. Casting a quick look at the clock you saw it was only 11:15pm. Looking back to the ceiling you wonder what the people above you were doing to make such a noise this time of night.

'It's probably nothing' you thought, yawning as you turned the TV off and fell asleep once more.

-Next Morning-

You woke up the next morning to a commotion outside in the hall. Getting up and rubbing your left eye you sluggishly made your way over to the door and pulled it open. People were standing outside their rooms looking down the hall and towards the stairs were police officers were talking and trying to calm the residents of the building. "There's nothing to fear, just head back to your rooms" one of the officer said as two paramedics came walking down the stairs carrying a body covered by a white sheet down with them. "Why didn't you use the elevator?" the officer hissed at the two paramedics that looked at him.

"It's broken sir, wouldn't come up at all no matter how many times we pressed the button" one of the paramedics said, his voice in a low whisper as people stared at the still body.

"Just what the hell is going on here?" an older gentleman demanded, his blonde hair tussled about with rough stubble across his chin and upper lip. His green eyes were narrowed as he glared at the officers who spoke quickly to one another.

"Well you see sir, there seemed to have been another killing last night" the second officer said. "We received a call this morning from an anonymous individual who said Levy Richard was brutally killed last night in his home" he explained.

"That's the twentieth killing this month, anymore and this town will soon be nothing but a ghost town" someone whispered as your ears twitched.

"It's them, it's those horrid monsters! They're back and they're thirsty for revenge for us casting them out so many years ago!" the elderly woman you had talk to yesterday cried out. Her voice loud and shrill as it echoed off the hallway causing the whispers to stop as everyone stopped and stare at her.

"Now Ms. Robinson, we've discussed this, these 'things' you speak of don't exist" the first officer said.

"You're wrong, Levy forgot to lock up tight and let them in; it's his own damn fault that he perished such a fate!" Ms. Robinson hissed out as the other residents looked at her with skepticism.

"Mary, quit with this talk of monsters and such! You sound like a crazy person!" a woman snapped, her blue eyes narrowed as the paramedics shrugged their shoulders and continued on down the stairs. Slowly you slipped back into your apartment and closed the door, not wishing to listen to the fight that was close to breaking out in the hall. Looking back into your apartment and the boxes you still had to unpack, you decided it would be best to go out searching for a job and finish with the boxes later. Getting dress in a nice shirt and pants with some converses you grabbed your purse and exited the apartment. Everyone had seemed to return back to their rooms during the time you had gotten ready, the cops were gone as well.

Locking your apartment door you walked towards the staircase, remembering how one of the paramedics had said the elevator was busted. Walking down the steps you listened as your footsteps echoed and bounced off the walls. Once you had reached the main floor you were panting a little, not use to walking down such a long flight of stairs. Looking towards the main desk you saw that the red haired man was lowly speaking to the two officers, probably about what had occurred. You caught eyes with him as he stared at you for a minute before going back to speaking with the officers.

Continuing on out of the apartment building and this time towards the parking lot you walked over to your old beat up car. It used to belong to your father who passed it down to you once you got your licenses. It wasn't the best thing in the world but it got you around and to you that's all that matters. Getting into the driver's seat you pulled your keys out of your purse and put them in the ignition. Listen to the motor roar to life you set your purse in the passenger's seat and begin to pull out of your parking space.

You begin to drive down the road, looking left and right as you looked for any stores that had that familiar 'Help Wanted' sign sticking to their windows. You knew it would have been easier to just stay in your apartment and look through the local news paper for a job, but at the moment you didn't want to stay in the building. Your fingers curled around the steering wheel as you finally caught sight of that sign you were looking for. It was attached to the front door of a...bookstore? Parking your car in the small parking lot you exited it and walked over to the front wooden door.

Once you opened it up, the sound of a bell jiggling loudly reached your ears as you looked up to find a silver bell dangling in front of the door to indicate when a customer would enter. At the front sat a young man his shaggy black hair falling down and covering his left eye, the other shinning a bright green. There were snake bites on his lips and gages in his ears, making him look unique from what you've seen of the other people in this town. "Hello, how may I help you?" he asked in a bored tone, not looking up from the phone in his hand as you walked over to the counter. You wonder why a bookstore would need another employee when there was already someone working here.

Walking over to him he looked up as you took a deep breath and begin to speak.