CreepyPasta Boyfriend Scenarios (DISCONTINUED)

How You Meet

Slenderman

It was cross country season. Your coach decided to let you do trails instead of run laps like the rest of the team. You were his favorite. You jogged slowly, taking sips of your water every now and then. You weren't going to give in to the pain.

You felt a strange feeling in your stomach, as if you were going to throw up. You stopped and walked for a while. Maybe pushing yourself to the max wasn't always a good idea. The feeling got stronger as you walked. You decided to turn around and go back.

When you turned around, you stopped in your tracks. There stood a man dressed in a suit. 'Like the perfect groom' you thought to yourself.

 "Why, thank you, Y/N." the man said.

 You looked up only to find he had no face. 'Wait how is he talking?'  you asked yourself.

"I just can." he said to you.

'Is he reading my mind?'

"Yes, I am, Y/N." That's when you noticed who he was.

 "Y-You're.. Slenderman.." you said, backing away slowly.

"I'm not going to hurt you. You're too beautiful to be killed.." he said. "We'll meet again." And with that, he was gone, leaving you blushing 50 shades of red.

Jeff the Killer

It was late at night. You were trying to sleep but it wasn't going to well. You had severe insomnia and you had run out of sleeping pills. You closed your eyes and fell asleep for about five minutes then woke up again. Grumbling, you sat up and rubbed what little sleep you had from your eyes.

Out of nowhere, a slight breeze blew your hair in your face and you looked to the window instinctively. It was open. 'I thought I closed that...'  you thought to yourself. Flipping your legs over the side of the bed, you lowered your bare feet onto the cold wooden floor and walked to the window. Once you had secured the window, you turned back toward your bed. Bad idea.

To your surprise, an unknown figure pushed you up against the wall, a knife pressed against your throat. Swallowing your terror, you squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for the pain that came with the slicing of your neck.

"Go... to... sleep..." your anonymous murderer mumbled, his voice like boots on gravel.

 Wait! You'd know that saying anywhere! It was Jeff the Killer, an infamous serial killer from some horror story on the internet. What the actual fuck is he doing in your room? This sort of thing was supposed to be fake, not fact! It was too dark to see him clearly, but you could imagine the smile that was haphazardly carved into his unnaturally white skin. Snapping you out of your thoughts, the teenage boy began to speak out of no where.

"You know..." he mumbled, his grip on the knife at your throat hesitant. "You are way to pretty to be taken from this world... Can I see you again?" he asked, safely removing the knife from the surface of the soft skin on your throat, leaving a small irritated mark where the sharp blade had touched it. Hesitantly, you nodded, afraid of what the outcome would be if you had said no. Were you excited? You couldn't tell.

Eyeless Jack

(I completely rewrote this one, sorry guys. It fucking sucked.)

Getting ready for bed, you turned your overhead light off and made your way to your bed. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep, but being a naturally light sleeper, the sound of your window being slid closed woke you up, but you didn't move. Hearing the shuffling of footsteps around your room, you squeezed your eyes shut in pure terror, hoping the intruder thought you were asleep.