Creepypasta x Reader

Chapter Seven

Two days had gone and pass, now it was the night of the party you had been invited to. Strangely enough before you could call Zach and tell him you weren't heading into work this morning, he called you. Telling you that neither one of you would be working today, surprising you. Halloween wasn't that big of an occasion, actually at this time of year a few businesses would be thriving with customers pilling in to buy sweets. Then again, your work place was a bookstore, not the most exciting place to be during Halloween.

You twirled in front of your bathroom mirror, staring at the costume you were in. It was one that resembled a doll, the skirt of the black dress falling just mid-thigh as white pantyhose gave the skin of your legs the illusion of being milky white. The heels on your black shoes clanked against the tiles of your bathroom floor as you moved. On your face was a little bit of armature drawings of cracks to resemble broken glass while any skin that wasn't drawn on was coating in powder. Eyelids colored black, cheeks circled with pink, and lips colored that same color pink only to be styled like that of a heart.

Though it wasn't scary, it was comfortable. Something nice to show off at a party, you flatten out any crinkles in the dress before exiting the bathroom and walking towards your room. Grabbing your purse, you sat down and looked through its contents. "Wallet, both car and apartment keys, piece of paper with Ryan's address, and phone. Uh, that should be all the important things I need at the moment" you hummed as you closed the purse and stood.

Making sure everything was turned off and any windows in your apartment were locked, you headed out. Locking your door behind you. "Where are you heading out at this time of night, young one?" Ms. Robinson asked, causing you to flinch and spin around to face her. You didn't even hear her undoing her locks and opening her apartment door. It was opened just enough for her to look out. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she looked at you with questioning, tired eyes.

"To a party" you responded.

"On such a dangerous night, are you sure that is a good idea?" she asked, her tone of voice causing you to shiver. The way she spoke reminded you of the elderly people you had grew up around that use to screech how Halloween was the Devil's holiday. You didn't answer her, instead opted to stare at her for a few minutes before swallowing thickly as you nodded your head.

"Look, I really have to get going" you mumbled, looking away from her and making your way down the hall towards the elevator, looks like they finally had it fix. Seeing how the yellow 'Do Not Cross' tape had been taken down. You thought you heard Ms. Robinson call out, only to stop ad sigh as she closed her door. Leaving the only sound for you to hear in these empty hallways were her locks turning and clicking back into place. Pressing the button to the elevator, you winced as you heard it moan from whichever direction it was coming from.

"Well, they fixed it to an extent" you breathed out as it stopped and the doors separated. You expected to find it empty, but was surprised to find someone walking out, their shoulder bumping into yours as they passed by you. They were dressed in a black hoodie, hood up but you could have sworn you saw a mask on their face. You cast a glance backwards towards them as they slowly walked down the hallway. With a shrug of your shoulders, you entered the elevator and pushed the button for the main floor.

As the doors were slowly closing, you watched the person stop and slowly turn back to face you. Your eyes locked onto the empty oozing black sockets of a mask before the elevator doors finally shut. You stood there, confused at first before shaking your head. 'That was one strange costume, I wonder if the person made it themselves' you thought, chuckling. The minute you reached the bottom floor and stepped out of the elevator you had to keep from laughing. Asher stood at the front desk, almost irritated by the fake cobwebs and spiders that was placed on the desk while dressed up in a sloppily put on vampire costume.

For the past two days you had watched him angrily put up cheaply made decorations and now that you looked around the work did not pay off. Everything looked half-ass done. From pumpkin and bat lights barely staying on the walls. Bat, pumpkin, and skull confetti littering the floors and any tables in the main area. A flimsy plastic skeleton was leaned uo against the corner of the room, ready to kneel over and break apart.

You didn't bother waving at the steaming red head as you walked out of the apartment complex and towards its conjoined parking lot. Getting into your car and starting the engine, the first thing you did was mess with the radio before landing on a station airing songs related to the holiday. Sitting your purse on the passenger seat and digging out the piece of paper with the needed address as well as very short and vague directions written underneath it. You pulled out of the parking lot and started to drive down the street.

The sun was just starting to set as it was nearing seven o'clock and parents were already leading their children house to house. Their watchful eyes looking everywhere for any sort of danger while police officers hanged around every corner. But, why wouldn't they? The killings happening around town still haven't died down.

-Time Skip-

"I'm going to throw one hell of a fit the minute I see Ryan" you grumbled as you parked your car beside a few others right outside a two story house. It took you an hour to figure out where this "back road through the woods" was located due to nature having engulfed it in shadows. Who knew there were people that actually lived out in the woods in this town. Looking towards the house, you could see already through the windows drunk adults and even...teenagers? They all stumbled around, the music from inside loud that you could hear it while still in your car. 

Getting out of the car you walked up the two porch steps and stopped at the front door. What now? You've never been to a party before. Never going to the ones you were invited to during high school and since you wouldn't start going to the local college 'til next year you weren't invited to any of the parties thrown by students there. Do you just walk in or knock? Before you could decide on what to do, the front door was suddenly opened. Allowing the light from inside to seep out and bath both you and the darkness around you in a warm yellow glow. 

"Hey! You made it, I was almost afraid you weren't going to come" Ryan said as he stared at you with a lazy smile. He was dressed up in a suit with fake devil horns on his head and a fork tail attached to the back of his pants. Looks like he was going for a gentlemen type of Devil. 

"Yeah, no thanks to your shitty directions" you grumbled, watching his lazy smile turn into a sheepish one as he side-stepped and let you enter. "How'd you know I was out there anyways? Were you chilling near the door or window like a creeper and watching for me?" you questioned, snickering as he became a bit flustered and glared at you. 

"No! I saw your car pull in while I was conveniently near the window talking to some friends" he said, shutting the front door and walking beside you as you walked further into the house. Trying your best to maneuver through the drunken people that sloppily danced around or just stood in random areas speaking with one another. 

"Conveniently my ass" you scoffed, smiling as you got a whine in response.

-Ms. Robinson-

The elderly woman sighed as she stood near the kitchen stove, water boiling inside a teapot with steam seeping out from underneath its lid and spout. Her tired blue eyes drooping every now and again as a yawn escaped past her lips. Her eyes wander away from the teapot and towards the kitchen table that was over flowing with unopened letters. Some from family concern about her lack of answering the phone when they call and others checks sent to her do to her mental state making it difficult for her to work. She scoffed at these false claims of insanity. 

How her family convinced the government that she couldn't provide the money she needed herself. All because she openly spoke the truth of the monsters that lurked out in the woods. None of the fools wanted to believe her, scared of the truth about the creatures that lived so close. But how could she blame them, it was only human nature to fear what you don't understand. She looked back towards the teapot when it started to whistle while more steam billowed out of it. 

Turning off the stove top she breathed a sigh of relief as the whistling came to a stop. How tonight was going to be long, she knew how rowdy they all got this time of year. Shuffling across the floor towards one of her glass containers that held tea bags, she stopped when she heard the faintest of sounds. Normally a person would brush such a sound off seeing as the building itself was old. But she couldn't help be shiver in fear as she heard the familiar sound of one of her windows sliding open.