Jasper is a normal girl who has been having strange dreams and awful nightmares. Until one night she gets a visit from a certain Creepy Pasta who looks just as tired as she does. Accept he's a psychopathic killer and she's just human. :)
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Jasper's Pov
I woke up in a cold ice sweat. My eyes looked at the window. The curtains fluttered in the breeze that came in. I licked my dry lips and sat up in bed. My emerald green eyes glanced at my alarm clock and it read;
12:22 a.m.
Jeez. I haven't been getting much sleep and these nightmares or weird dreams don't help. I tossed my pale legs off the bed and stood up in shorts and a bra. Walking like a zombie my hand rested on the open window and I began to close it.
And as I did I saw someone in the bushes outside my room. "Huh!?" I titled my head as the figure disappeared. I shook my head. "Weird" I closed the curtains after the window was shut. My stomach ached for food and I hungered greatly. Maybe I have something in the fridge. I walked too the kitchen and looked through the fridge. Not even a slice of pie. It was empty. I sighed and went to the pantry when I heard something fall behind me. I looked but no one was there.
Or maybe someone is there and I'm just psychotically hoping someone is. Seriously I feel like I'm going nuts. I grabbed the handle to the pantry cabinet and opened it. A sack of old moldy apples fell out.
........I have the feeling shopping is in order.........I turned to be face to face with a wide eyed, tired as the dead, carved in smile, man who looked spooked when I suddenly backed up into the shelves of the pantry and old food fell on me. I shook my head after some peanut butter fell on my head. I grabbed it and smiled! "OH HELL YEAH! I actually had some not-out-of-date-yet food!" then I remembered there's a burglar in my house. So I got up kissed the peanut butter jar and threw it at him.
Not even a flinch. "Fuck. Me. And. My. Luck" I face palmed. I looked at his leathery white skin. "Killer? Burglar?" I asked trying to make a conversation. "Murder, killer. Not really a difference" he shrugged taking out his knife. "Okay wait! Before you kill me there's something I need to do!" I said. "What's th-" I grabbed his hoodie and kissed him. Never had my first kiss, why you hatin'?
Of course it created a distraction and I got the mother fucking hell out of there! Now I'm in the woods. Freezing in the rain, locked outside of my house, and freezing. "Gr-great! F-fucking perfec-ect" I shivered in the cold holding myself. I walked mindlessly till I found myself back home. Still locked out and I'm not sure if the killer is in there or not....
