Sealed Shut(Creepypasta X Reader)(Very Slow Updates)

Chapter 1

(Y/n)'s Pov

It has always been a natural thing for me to go to a bakery, north-east of where I live. A bakery that was once owned by my mother, Kaytlynn (L/N). She had fought for that place with her life. Yet, she couldn't keep it together and forced herself to resort to the "No Oxygen to Lungs" method. At times, I try so hard not to think about it. My father isn't any help either! He leaves pictures of her on the wall, leaves dishes in the sink, and leaves the house in an unsanitary state.

If it was the other way around like my father had died and my mother had lived, the house would have been squeaky clean. Pictures of him would have been taken down because that would cause her to start grieving again! The more I think about it the more it just makes me want to go up to him and gouge out his eyes because clearly, he isn't seeing how much this is hurting me eternally. 

I could hear a plate making it's way to the sink and slowly colliding with another dish. I had invited two of my friends over and my best friend's boyfriend. Well, best friends, I don't really have many friends anyway. It's always the same thing, dishes in the sink or food being left out for insects and to rot or just both if I got 'lucky'. I had gotten up and headed over to the sink to clean the dishes. To be honest, it wasn't that many this time. Usually, the sink would be overfilled with dishes. I had picked up the sponge and put a little bit of dish soap on it while soaking it in warm water. I stared at the sponge and then the dishes. I grabbed the plate and started to rub the dirty red substance off of it with the soapy sponge.

"Hey, you okay? You look pretty bummed out." A voice asked while tapping on my shoulder. I froze. It was Jackie, I could tell by her raspy voice and quiet tone. When did her footsteps get so quiet? I could usually hear her when she's near me. I turned my head around just to face her.

"I'm fine, I was just thinking about taking a walk, why'd you ask?" I replied with a question that would typically mean that 'I don't want to talk now.'

"Well, usually you would stay in your room all day. And after the argument with Ryan and Dylan earlier, I thought I would try to relive your stress by washing the dishes for you." Jackie smiled. Her red hair was pretty much all over the place. If anyone in this house looked more stressed than I did, it would totally be Jacklynn Von Kasimir.

I sighed and nodded my head a bit, I can't help the fact that this red-head standing in front of me could probably manipulate me to climb a cliff and jump off of it. And with yellow eyes like hers, you could practically see any soul with a look that she could only pull off. I stared at her for a little longer than I intended to, I finally gave in and moved away from the sink. There were roughly around 5 or 6 more dishes |not including the silverware| still in the sink. Just sitting there waiting to be cleaned.

After about 4 minutes of chatting and cleaning, Jackie was done. We had headed over to the couch and sat down. We had talked about how our day went and how we felt. She seemed tired, but she's wide awake. She seemed happy, but deep down I know she wasn't. I could hear grunting and shuffling going on from upstairs. I had completely forgotten that Jackie left Ryan upstairs alone with Dylan. And we both know that those two don't get along very well.

"DYLAN! RYAN!" Jackie yelled. She was going to yell out something else before I had proceeded to cover her mouth and shushed her. I really don't want the man I call my "Father" to get up.

|Thud|

We both heard something colliding with the floor, and it sounded heavy. Jacklynn and I raced to get up the stairs and see what all the commotion was about. It isn't rare that we see or even hear about Ryan and Dylan fighting, but it's extremely rare to hear one of them hit the floor. Mostly because both of them refuse to hit the ground under any circumstances. We had reached the door to my room, the noise had stopped and someone was whimpering behind these closed doors. I reached to grab the handle of the door.

But I hesitated. What could be behind this door that I don't want to see? Why am I shaking? I don't get this scared unless my "Dad" is around.

"Wait a minute..." I moved away from the door and headed to my father's room while Jackie trailed behind me like a lost puppy. As soon as I approached the room, a heavy stench of weed and another foul smell had hit my face. Acting as if it was a wave hitting a little kid at a beach. But this.....No this was worse. I looked behind me for a split second just to see Jackie covering her nose and eyes. She was covering it because she doesn't want to see what horrific things that could be in this man's room.

I opened his door and froze. What I saw would make anyone that's in my position right now "Faint." I closed his door and sat close to a wall and my body felt weak. I started to cry. I pulled my knees up to my chest and let the tears come out.

"Hey, (Y/N)! Don't go limp on me now. What was in the room?" Jackie asked while crouching down in front of me and laying her tanned hands on my shoulders.

I didn't reply at the moment. Jacklynn shook me a bit and continued to ask me what I saw. She was a little worried but the tone in her voice says otherwise. She sounded angrier than she sounded worried and that made me scared.

"My father...He's...He's-

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CLIFFHANGER!!!

I'm low-key improving by reading other's fanfictions and knowing when to stop and call it a day.

I'll be editing all the other chapters much like this one.

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