(Are you ready?) Living with the creepypastas (Jeff the killer x reader)

Special! ~ Chapter 21

~A/N : YES! I made a long one for you guys <3! PLEASE, PLEASE PLEASE, read to the end to understand the next few chapters. Please read the whole this, it will make full sense then! I love you all so much! Without you, I wouldn't even continue this! Thank you! ENJOY ~ Theresa -

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You and Jeff cautiously tapped your feet steadily down the stairs, glancing around frantically, checking for any sign of capacity. Jeff grasped your wrists harshly as he stopped dead in his tracks. He slowly turned to you and covered your mouth slyly with

his bloody, crimson red stained hoodie sleeve with big splotches of red, fresh blood. "I think we're safe. Just..be careful, I don't want you getting into trouble". Jeff flashed you a menacing grin as he motioned and swerved his hand in the air, seemingly

telling you to trudge forward. You followed as you were told, remarkably labyrinthine between curves and points. You sluggishly dragged your feet tiresomely among the last few dazy steps, nonchalantly gleaming around for any sign of the citizens that lived in your household.

Jeff's smug grin was soonly placed up as a sly, hazardous, petrifying regular, curved up smile, ends meeting, line seemingly going from ear to ear, carved deeply in. "J-Jeff". Your voice drummed throughout this ears,

as you caught a glimpse of Jeff's ominous, cold hearted eyes. "I-I think we should go..we might get caught. I can't risk the scowling and possibly being thrown out, if we get caught". You spoke, your words

clearly stating the glistening worriness in your eyes. "Yeah, let's just go". Jeff hinted, gripping your hand languidly. Jeff made his way to the door, holding it out before your very eyes. You smiled at Jeff's

actual dulcet, effervescent side. "Thank you Jeff". You zig-zagged over, slowly waltzing out beyond outside.

** ( At Victim's house!)

Jeff inched his way throughout the small, framed, windowsill tranquilly. He engaged and collided his hand with yours, pulling you securely through as you nervously played with a small filament of your sapphire pink, top shop, cozy shirt hugged around your body protectively.

You beamed your eyes around, taking in on a girl squandering with her keyboard, on a small, unaccompanied, lounging desk chair. As you took a better handful of her computer, you took in she was

talking to one of her glorious friends throughout the typing screen. So taken in beyond her texting state of process, she would be flummoxed at the surprise she was oh, so, dangerously about to receive.

Jeff scattered around the floor, slowly piece by piece, marking his way, carefully counting his steps in a whisper type of manner. There he was. Standing in a straight line, inching his way, centimeters away.

Until...he made it. His smirk grew extendededly  wide as he let out a menacing, low, howling roar of laughter, taking in a fistful of the girls hair. She let out a shrill sounding shriek, as Jeff's hand came in contact with

her mouth violently, his eyes gazed upon the pleading girl standing before him. As her cries and pleads could be heard from miles away, that all didn't matter to Jeff. He craved the warm, gushing blood

splashing against his body, taking in his pride in himself a step farther. He tackled the girl down, hauling out his managing knife from inside his stained hoodie pocket trustfully. She squirmed around

hoping somehow, she could escape Jeff's harsh, coarse grip taken upon her arm. As Jeff's knife sprawled out in front of him, he let out a snicker of amusement and relief. "Go. To. Sleep". Jeff laughed