Creepypasta Boys X Reader

Jeff the Killer X Reader (Part 1)

Just a quick reminder:
f/c = favourite colour
f/m = favourite music

Oh boy, where do you begin?

It's been a few weeks since you moved, you're still settling into school, and the neighbourhood seems kind enough, although a little on edge. Your parents were stressed and overly busy with work as well, since the move put them behind, they are keeping themselves busy all day and most of the night trying to catch up on things.

Which left you with nothing much to do on the weekends.

So, on a rather cloudy Saturday, you decided to go for a walk, take in more of the neighbourhood, explore. Besides, it was a rather nice-looking area.

You walked down the street, hands in your jumper pockets and earphones blasting (f/m) into your ears. Seeing a bus stop, you walked over and sat down, bobbing your head to the beat of the song. But you froze when you saw a dark stain on the pavement, the red-ish brown splatter seemed to burn itself into your mind, and the sudden feeling of being watched gave you goosebumps.

"Oh great, another hoodie lover..." A boy walked over, his arm in a cast and a bruise was covering half of his face, an eye puffy and mostly closed. He was a rather plumb boy, his hair long and stringy and his one good eye looked more dead than alive.

You stared at him, before taking your earpiece out, "Excuse me..?"

"Let me guess, you moved in down the road..?" He tilted his head, before letting out a sigh, "I take it you don't know the story."

"Story...?" You gave the kid a cautious look, who was he? And why was his face in such a bad state?

"Yeah, about a month ago, a family moved into the same house, they were weird, too friendly. Their son was crazy, he did this to me and I still haven't properly recovered..." He pointed to his face, "I'm lucky to be alive. But my friends..."

He closed his one good eye and let out a sigh, "They found that guy's family dead, his older brother was the only survivor to some sort of attack. And the psycho disappeared."

The kid shivered slightly, "He's coming for me, I know he is..."

You watched him as he stared at the dark stain on the ground, before standing and stepping back slowly.

"That sounds... Crazy alright.." You mumbled, "But thanks for the heads up.. Uh.."

"Troy." He stated, turning his gaze back to you, "Be careful, he might come back. This place isn't as nice as it seems."

You gave him a weak smile, before taking off down the road and back to your new house. Bursting through the door, you searched for your parents. The rooms downstairs were empty, and your heart started to beat in your ears. You rushed upstairs and swung their bedroom door open, freezing in the spot at the sight that filled your eyes.

Your parents were sprawled out over the bed, blood seeping through the sheets. Your mother was on her back, her head turned to the side to show large cuts coming from her mouth and up to the sides of her face, creating a deranged smile. Your father was laying on his back, the same wounds inflicted on his face.

Both had stab wounds, your mother having them all over her back and your father having a few in his chest. Their glassy eyes burnt into your mind and you let out a scream, running down the stairs. You hurried into the kitchen and grabbed the home phone, dialling 000 (Australia's 911).

That's when your mother ran into the kitchen, an alarmed look on her face and her phone in hand.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?"