Fear, a thick, overbearing emotion I was use to. I had left during the early hours of the morning, prepared to leave and never once look back onto the horror fest this town had become. I was excited, grateful for this chance, only to be stopped short the moment I left the confines of the front door. The police cruiser that once stood proud as a beacon of hope, was no longer left the way I had remembered it the night before. Instead of the blue colours shining beneath the early rays of sunlight, I was met with the uncomfortable sight of a crimson red. A reminder. The smell was tangible, gruesome, and I had to prevent myself from gagging in both fright and a solid disgust. From here I could easily see that both the passenger side and the drivers side was simply empty space, a lost facade of safety. A sinister dread washed over me, and I began guessing exactly what happened.
My senses were on high alert, my eyes narrowed in on the sight before me. There was so much of the thick substance, that the comforting blue colour underneath it could be easily ignored and quite unnoticed to the blind eye. I debated on simply ignoring the scene and leaving anyway or calling for help. Help would seem like a futile attempt after the recent discoveries, so I persevered despite the alarm bells ringing a melody inside my mind.
My steps were slow, cautious, similar to a frightened animal approaching it's future predator. I knew what I was about to do was borderline crazy, hell I might as well have been given the label "crazy" with all the creepy shit thats been going on lately. My eyes would continously dart around the area, looking for the perpetrator to come back and finish the job but no such thing happened. As I was about arms width away from the car, I was able to see paper messily stuck to the window on the opposite side. A dangerous curiousity washed over me, questions and motives playing itself in a pointless repetition within me. My legs continued the slow pace, the strong feeling of cement binding my figure into a tenseness I was use to. As the paper came into view, a strong feeling of familiarity washed over me. In a repetitive scribble, was the same phrase I was use to seeing in my dreams, however, this time it became a reality. A sick, twisted reality formed for the enjoyment of others.
ALWAYS WATCHES. NO EYES.
That wasn't the end of it, of course not, as on the paper were little doodles to proclaim a deep anxiousness within me. A faceless man, a suit, and trees. All of it linked back towards my nightmares, as if my reality was becoming more of a dream then real life. A reminder. My throat was dry, heart pounding in an everlasting dread as I continued to stare in a paralyzed fear. This is when the ringing began, increasing in volume the longer I stood rooted to the spot. A reminder. My eyes darted around, the view of my house visible from my spot, however, this time my eyes caught the outline of a figure - a figure I was painfully use to as of late. I was able to see the faceless man I was use to stood behind the window of my bedroom, tucked just behind the curtains but completely viewable and out of place. Deja vu set in, familiarity twisting a threat around my memories in a frightful embrace. My nightmares were a twisted reality - a foreshadowing omen waving me away from future actions.
Without a second glance, I turned around and legged it down the street, the constant ringing fading into dull static. My heart was pounding a mile a minute, and if I wasn't as scared as I was, I don't think I would have heard the faint pounding footsteps begin and follow my course behind me. This didn't deter me, only gave me the rough encouragement to continue on with my quick actions until I had the guts to take a quick glance behind me, which fuelled me on further. I saw a familiar white hoodie, with an even more familiar black mane of hair. Jeff. Where the fuck did he come from?
I was completely certain that I was losing my mind at this point, reality merging into a dream I couldn't tell was artifical or factual. I only knew one thing for certain; I was shit scared out of my mind, but I wasn't dying.
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A N G U I S H ➵ Jeff The Killer x Reader (Dark)
TerrorThere was a time, where everything was normal. Unusual things never happened, so when they did, no one believed it. And as a result, a boy named Jeff suffered the consequences. I was naive enough to believe that everything was going to be okay. That...
