Creepypasta Boys X Reader

Eyeless Jack X Reader (Part 1)

It was a dark night, clouds covered the normally starry sky and the streets were nearly empty. Of course that wasn't a surprise, considering it was a Sunday night, most people would be in bed at this time, sleeping or getting ready for their 9-5 the next day.

However you couldn't sleep, you were restless and had decided to go out for a short walk. You had hoped the walk would tire you out, but the further you went, the more conscious you were.

You let out a huff, shoving your hands in your jumper pockets, why did you have to be this way? You were a night owl that always got too much energy when you should be sleeping. In fact you hardly slept, ever.

Once your parents had tried to get you to take meds, but they proved insufficient and they gave up not long after. So after getting sick of their bickering, you moved out and found your own place, plus two jobs to make sure you'd survive.

You even had a shift tomorrow, but again you couldn't sleep.

Although you weren't sure it would affect you anyway. It never seemed to, yet it always felt like it would.

A good old trick of the mind.

Not that it was good, or fun.

So you kept walking through the streets, the streetlights being your only source of vision. As you strolled through the neighbourhood, you heard what sounded like yelling coming from a nearby alleyway.

You knew better than to stick your nose into alleyways, so you kept walking. But you stopped when you heard the sound of a splat, and the screaming turned to gurgled choking, before there was a thud. Your blood turned to ice and you froze a few steps away from the dark area. Did you just hear someone die?

Where they murdered? It sounded like they were murdered.

Thankfully, you knew better to investigate, so shaking your head, you turned on your heal to leave. Only, a hand clasped around your arm, tugging you back. You yelped as you were pulled down the darkened alley.

"And what do you think you're doing miss?" The voice was deep, male.

You didn't even think, only turned and popped the possible murderer in the nose. He cried out and stumbled back, letting you go. You stared at him for a second, before taking off into the street. Your heart was racing a mile a minute as you ran, where should you go? Was he following you?

The sound of footsteps chasing you indicated that, yes, he was. What would he do if he caught you? Would he kill you too? Would he do more?

There was no way you were going to find out.

You glanced over your shoulder, seeing the much taller man in the light now. He had a scar down the left side of his face, and blood covered his lips. You must have broken his nose. But he also had blood on his clothes and hands, and a knife handle was sticking out of his belt.

The look of rage had encaged his face, and he started to gain on you.

You looked around, doing your best to stay calm. A plan hatched in your head, and you only hoped he wouldn't catch you too soon.

You turned down a street, seeing a large building with blue and white checkered flags out the front. The police station. You let out a deep breath as you ran, before belting down the street and towards the building. Either he would get cold feet and let you go, or you would lead him into a prison cell.

But the guy insisted on chasing, in fact he sounded as if he was on your heels. You didn't want to look back, but you couldn't control your head. That's when you tripped, causing the guy to trip over your body and stumble to the ground.