Creepypasta + Reader Scenarios

‼️Jane The Killer‼️

First Encounter

It was a quiet night, here in your house. The night was dark, the moon full. You gently moved your cat aside so you could stand up. Your cat, Satan, just stared at you as you made your way to kitchen. Boy, were you hungry. Your stomach growled as your open the fridge door. Your eyes scanned the almost full fridge. What could you make...

You opted on grabbing a box of pizza rolls, not really up for cooking tonight. You plopped the semi frozen rolls onto a tray and set them in the microwave. You sat back, humming to yourself as you watched the tray spin inside the microwave. Satan jumped onto the countertop, staring out the window. His eyes were widen, tail swishing back and forth in a steady pace. You rose a brow, wondering what he was seeing.

"Hey Satan, what are you looking at?" You cooed, running a hand down his back. You looked out the window, squinting the process, to try and see what he was seeing.

Nothing.

Well it looked like that anyways, it was pitch black outside. You went to flip the light switch to the back yard, hoping to illuminate the overgrown yard. The light was orange with age, shining against the empty backyard. You watched the forest with careful eyes, trying to see past the flimsy wire fence that divide your backyard from utter wilderness.

"Did you find a rat back there Satan?" You asked your cat, Santa just continued to stare. That made you uneasy. You pulled back the kitchen curtains and left the backyard lights on. You picked up Satan, your hand petting his head tenderly. "That's enough freaking me out, let's go to sleep"

You took out the pizza rolls from the microwave, and placed them on a regular plate. Balancing both Satan and the plate of pizza rolls was easier said than done. Satan was constantly swatting at your plate of food, trying to knock them to the ground as you went up the stairs.

"No- Satan I said no- SATAN" you had no time to react as Satan knocked the plate out of your hands and jumped down, landing on the rolls. Talk about adding salt to the wound. You took a deep breath, and watched your cats innocently licking at his paws. There was a reason as to why you named him Satan. "You'll be the death of me I swear"

Satan just strutted off, leaving you to deal with the carnage. Sighing you bent down and began to clean up the mess. There goes your dinner. As you stood up to stand on your feet your heart sank as you hear footsteps. Living alone and hearing footsteps that weren't yours was incredibly terrifying. You turned around just in time to see a man with cut cheeks and a white hoodie make his way up the stairs.

"What the fuck..." your voice came out like a whisper. The man chuckled, edging closer to you. A blood coated knife was in his hand. You took a step back, his whole body seemed to be coated with blood.

"Flight or flight-" the man lounged at you, knife raised above his head. You wanted to run, but your body froze. "BUT I GUESS YOU FROZE!"

You brought your arms to shield your face, your body tensed. A small noise came out of your mouth as you waited for the end to come. But it didn't.

You peeked through your arms to no longer see anyone there, no man. No knife. No threat. Did you... did you just imagine it? You looked out the window by the stairs, it was while open. The curtains were flapping in the wind. You cautiously peeked outside, thinking that there was gonna be someone there.

No one.

You narrowed your eyes, catching the brief glimpse of something in the woods. That was weird. Scratch that, everything was weird right now. You slowly picked up the fallen pizza rolls and plate, making your way back downstairs. You shook your head, the whole thing left you with adrenaline rushing throughout your body. You need to calm down, you needed cuddles from your cat.