In My Head | Male Reader x Creepypasta Girls

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You slowly blinked your eyes open, and the bright sunlight streamed through the window, causing you to squint and groan. Confusion washed over you as you took in your surroundings. You were lying in a cosy bed, enveloped in soft sheets and the faint and familiar scent of Emma's incense. Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you glanced around the room, trying to shake off the remnants of a hazy dream. A dream you couldn't remember.

Suddenly, a rush of panic shot through you as you realized you couldn't recall how you'd ended up here. Memories flickered in and out of your mind like fragments of a shattered puzzle, leaving you disoriented and unsettled. Faint screams. The scent of blood. A wave of nausea washed over you.

Beside you, Emma stirred and let out a sleepy murmur, drawing your attention. As she blinked her eyes open and smiled at you, you struggled to string together coherent thoughts, your mind still clouded by the lingering effects of your memory lapse. You forced a feeble smile and attempted to mask your unease, not wanting to alarm her with your disorientation.

Emma: "Morning sleepyhead."

(Y/N): "I must have had a really late night or something, I don't even remember coming over. Sorry if I woke you."

She studied you with a mixture of concern and understanding, reaching out to gently touch your arm.

Emma: "You did seem pretty stressed about your parents. Maybe you just needed a break."

She offered, her tone soothing your mind.

You nodded absentmindedly, your thoughts spinning as you tried to piece together the events leading up to this disorienting moment. Nothing seemed to fit together, like a jumbled jigsaw puzzle with crucial pieces missing.

The door pretty much flung open, distracting the both of you from your prior conversation. Stood in the doorway was the form of Mr Wilson, throwing his police jacket on and securing his handgun in his holster.

Mr Wilson: "Another murder in town. I'll be gone for the day. Just order something in for dinner and leave it in the microwave if you do. Love you."

Emma: "Love you too, dad, stay safe."

Another murder in town? Another? Last you heard, they'd only just started cropping up in the town's over. Now they are in town? How long were you missing?

Emma: "Hey, you okay?"

(Y/N): "Yeah, I think so. Just need to get my head straight."

Emma: "Well, I've got the day off, so I'll help."

She grabs the TV remote off her nightstand and begins thumbing through the channels absentmindedly. Any attempt to remember what had happened was only met with a searing headache and a darkening vision.

(Y/N): "So what time did we get back?"

Emma: "Hm? Back from where?"

She looked genuinely confused at your words.

(Y/N): "The lake? With Craig and Johnny?"

Emma: "Ha ha, very funny."

That puzzled look never left your face.

Emma: "The lake trip was last Friday... Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

This only sent you reeling even further.

(Y/N): "You're fucking with me, right?"

Emma: "No..."

Phone secured firmly in her hand, she flicks the screen on to show you the date. As she'd said, 7 days had indeed passed since you went camping.

(Y/N): "I'm going for a shower..."

Without saying anything else, Emma only watched as you walked out of the room and into the bathroom. Flicking the shower on to cover up the sound, you feverantly check your reflection in the mirror.

Everything looked fine. On the surface, at least.

Something lingered in the corner of your vision. A dark presence. A shadow. You couldn't quite pinpoint it. Maybe you were losing it. Maybe you weren't. But something was definitely wrong. It was like you were disassociated. You felt like a passenger in your own body. It felt like there was something writhing in your head, right behind your eyes.

As you gazed into your reflection, nightmarish visions glimpsed back at you. Flashes of crimson. A blood-soaked night. A stone altar. Dark tendrils. And... a voice?

Pulling your phone from somewhere you begin flicking through local news articles from the last week.

6 murders. Worrying, but not exactly what you were looking for. That's when your eyes landed on it. Dismembered bodies found in the woods. The news described it as an animal attack, but you knew better.

You were missing a week, and the last place you visited was that lake. The site of the mutilation.

You felt your heart drop as your breath caught in your throat, hand partially shaking. Maybe you were tweaking. Maybe that weed was laced. Many different possibilities. No answers.

A sudden text from your phone snapped you out of your trance. An unknown number, but a text checking up on you. Opening the chat log you could see that they'd been messaging all week.

???: "Hey, you okay?"

(Y/N): "Who is this?"

Sally: "Oh shit, sorry. It's Sally."

(Y/N): "Sally?"

Sally: "The girl you walked home? You gave me your number... is this a bad time?"

(Y/N): "Right, Sally, sorry. It's been a crazy morning. What's up?"

Sally: "What's up yourself. Was your phone broken the whole week?"

(Y/N): "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Sally: "Try me."

Sighing into your hand, you facepalm for what you're about to say.

(Y/N): "I can't remember the last week."

You wait for the next 5 minutes in anticipation of her text, only to receive nothing.

(Y/N): "Sally?"

Sally: "Sorry. I'm here. Just trying to comprehend such a ridiculous excuse."

(Y/N): "It's not an excuse! I feel like I'm going crazy. Jack Nicholson in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest type crazy."

Sally: "Wanna meet up? Maybe I'll believe you more if we meet in person and you can keep a straight face."

(Y/N): "Yeah, just give me a few to shower. I'll meet you at the diner."

Sally: "Kk."

And with that, you turn your phone off.

Later

You slumped into the booth at the diner, your hands trembling as you tried to make sense of everything. Across from you, Sally watched with concern etched on her face, her eyes reflecting the dim light of the diner.

(Y/N): "I don't know what's happening to me, Sally,"

You muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

(Y/N): "I feel like I'm losing my grip on reality. It's been a week since... since I don't even know when, and I can't remember a single thing from that time."

Sally reached out a comforting hand, but the gesture only made you recoil further.

Sally: "What do you mean by 'visions'? What are you seeing?"

You shuddered, memories of grotesque images flooding your mind with each blink. You wanted to respond, but physically couldn't. It was like something was preventing you from speaking.

(Y/N): "Just... just forget it. Sorry for bothering you with this. I hardly know you."

Those words left your mouth, but they weren't your words. They were hollow. An automated response.

Sally only watched with curiosity as you stood up and swiftly left the diner.