My life was pretty good so far. A good job, a home, and many loving family and friends. But that soon turned around one day. The day that changed my life forever.
I was 17 and a Senior in high school. I had two best friends, [F/N] and [F/N]. I rarely see my mother and my father left us when I was 12. I spend a lot of time on my computer writing fanfics of my favorite things, mainly creepypastas and reading them myself. I am not that popular but everyone knows me. I am very shy and tend to stay in the corner and not talk to people, other than my friends. My name is [Y/N] and this is my story.
School just got out and I am driving home. I was tired and did not pay attention to where I was going. An hour later I found myself in an isolated road in a very heavy forest. About another hour in, I looked to see my car was running out of gas. God damn-it. I thought as I stopped on the side of the road to call my mom. No signal. Fuck. I was starting to panic. I looked at the time. 8:27. Its getting dark, I'm out of gas, and I'm stuck it the middle of a fucking forest. I decided to try and walk to see if there are any signs ahead that can tell me where I am. I started walking. After a couple minutes, I could not see my car anymore and it was very dark. My imagination was getting to me. I would turn around to see people run back into the woods like someone was following me. My heart was racing and I wanted to turn and run back to my car, but I could'nt. I had to keep going. I had to get home.
After about and hour of walking, my feet were getting sore, I had many mosquito bites that where driving me to my breaking point, and I was cold. I checked the time. 10:06. I decided to take a break and sat on the side of the road and tried to get warm. "Are you lost?" a male voice said behind me. "Yeah, I wasn't paying attention and must have took a wrong turn. Do you know were I am?." I said trying to find the man that was talking to me. I could not find where the voice came from. "Well then, I suppose I can help you." He said coming into view. It was all to familiar. It was Jeff the Killer. All the stories and fanfics I made of him. He is here and I am his target. I scrambled to my feet and started running. No use, he was to fast. As soon an I got up, I was thrown back down, held down by Jeff sitting on me. I got to see his face. As creepypasta said, his eyes were ringed with black, had long and shaggy black hair, he was pale white and had a smile carved into his face. He wore a blood stained white hoodie and black dress pants. Just as I got his face into my memory, I fainted and I cant remember anything more.
