ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

Day 11 H̷a̷l̴l̴o̵n̶e̵-̴s̶h̴o̵t̴s̶

(Y/n) P.O.V.

I'm walking down the snowy streets of night time Brighton alone. I usually like walking through the snow at night. Its peaceful, calm, quiet. But tonight is different. As I stand in the middle of the walk, looking at snow fall around a lamppost, I hear a noise that's so out of place, its sinister. It's the music of an icecream truck. And it sounds like it should be right next to me. I look around frantically in attempt to find a source, maybe someone is playing on their phone. I don't see anyone...but I can feel their eyes. A sudden cold wind hits me, colder then it should be. I pull my coat tight around me, and start moving again. Quickly.

I start looking for an open store to go in, but it's like it's suddenly become a ghost town. Nothing is lit, every store seemingly closed. No people walk on the street. No cars pass. I don't want to walk home and have my pursuer know where I live. I could even just be paranoid, but if I am, it's a really strong feeling. I think of a game plan. Pull out my phone, which may scare them already, and call a friend. With shaky hands, although from fear or cold, I'm not sure, I reach for my phone and dial a number.

"Seán?" I whisper yell when he picks up. "Yeah, it's me. What's up?" He asks casually. "I think I'm being followed. Everything seems to be closed and there aren't any people. It's like everyone's disappeared. I'm freaking out!" I quietly explain. I take a moment to look behind me. The sight is terrifying. The figure resembles a humans shadow, the only identifying feature being the glowing, neon green, smile. It's too wide. Too thin.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)? Are you okay? Are you there?"

I can't speak. This thing just stands there, seemingly looking at me. It holds a knife.

"(Y/n)! Where are you, I'll come find you. I don't like the idea of you being on the streets all alone. (Y/n)?"

"It's looking at me, Seán." I whisper.

"It? (Y/n), get out of there. Now." His voice is stern.

"It's not human...its a shadow...but it's smiling at me. Its holding a kitchen knife. It's not moving."

It goes quiet on the other line for a moment. That moment is tense and filled with fear as the moment becomes just the stand off between me and the shadow.

"(Y/n), you need to trust me on this. You need to run. You need to get away from him." He's scared. "H-How do you-"

"I'll explain later. Run!" Staying on the line, I do as told. I whip around and move my legs as fast as possible. I don't turn to see if it, apparently he, is chasing me. I don't get very far before I'm tackled, the phone flying from my hand. I'm pinned on my stomach, so I can't see my attacker. He giggles "Oh (Y/n), I can't stand the idea of you walking the streets all alone, either. Good thing I'm here."