Living with Creepypastas (hiatus/discontinued)

Jeff is a Pervert

Most think that Ben is the most perverted person in the house, but Jeff is just as bad, if not worse. For reasons unknown to me, it was decided that I room with Jeff. That means, sharing the room, the bed, and the bathroom.

Most times it's tolerable, but others, we just argue. We fight over who gets music choice, time in the bathroom, and who gets the bed.

When I first got here, Jeff didn't have a second bed in his room, though the one he had was large enough two. So for the first few nights, I had to share the bed with Jeff. And it's really creepy because of his lack of eyelids, they're always open, like a fish.

Sharing his bed wasn't the perverted part. Jeff can be a gentleman at times, if being a total prick is a definition of gentleman. There was this one time that'll never forgive him for, and I still can't do without all doors locked and nobody around.

One day, I was taking a shower, right? Just because of my lack of memory and my housemates, doesn't mean I can't clean myself. As I was talking my shower, my creepy and very perverted roommate decided to play a prank on me. This boy, being a killer, has seen numerous horror films. This includes the one where the women is killed while taking a shower. This is exactly what he did.

As I was taking my shower, scrubbing it off the dirt and grime, I heard the door creak open. At first, I took no notice of it. Though I got curious when I heard footsteps on the tile floor. I have never freaked out as much as I did when Jeff pulled back that curtain with his knife raised. My instal thought was, "I'm going to die today," but his instant nosebleed brought me back the the real world. Every inch of my figure was exposed to his watching eyes, so I slapped him. Grabbed my towel and slapped him again.

"Slender!" I yelled wrapping the towel around myself. I heard Slender enter my, scratch that, Jeff and my room, but he stopped at the bathroom door.

"Child, may I enter?" He inquired. See, this is what a gentleman is like. Why can't Jeff be like that.

"Please do!" I call.

He enters the bathroom and sees Jeff flat on his back, knife in hand and a huge red mark on his pale cheek. Slender shakes his head.

"Jeff, you have no respect for dear Jane, do you," it was more a statement then a question.

"Why'd you have to name her after that bitch?"Jeff whined. He was talking about his rival, Jane the Killer.

To be honest, I don't get why he has such a problem with her, she's really nice! I really can't hold anything against her either, because she has every right to hate him. I mean, he did kill her family and set her in fire, from what I've heard. That's just not cool. I guess I just feel sorry for her, but she's tough, way tougher then I am. I could possible idolize her, but then Jeff would try these "pranks" more often. I would rather not die before regaining my memory, which I'm not sure if I will last till then. Hopefully I do...

"I did not name her after Jane, Jeff. It's a human custom to give the nameless person a simple name, so one knows whom your speaking of when you mention them. For males, it's John Doe, and for females, it's Jane Doe. Case and closed," Slender explained.

Even I know that, I learned it my watching crime investigations TV shows with Eyeless Jack and Jeff. Jeff likes the murder scenes, big surprise, and EJ love the dissection scenes. Yuck. While watching it, he eats an organ while saying "I stole this [insert name of organ here] from that human in the table!" I shutter at the thought.

Jeff just rolled his eyes, took one last look at me and then stormed off.

"I get all the bed tonight!" He yelled as he left. I huffed and grabbed my clothing.

Slender politely excused himself from the bathroom and I quickly put my cloths on. Never again will I take a shower when they are home nor with the door unlocked.