Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

When You Meet

(A/n: I will be doing Slenderman and his brothers in a separate book.)

Jeff The Killer

You were laying around in your room listening to your favorite band through your skullcandy headphones when you received a text from your boyfriend. Because he hasn't texted you in forever you are more than excited to see his name on your phone. You quickly open the chat, only to see the heartbreaking message, "It's not working out. I'm leaving. Goodbye."

You practically throw your phone at a nearby poster of the Joker and Harley Quinn. How could he do this to you? After everything you did for him! You tried your hardest to not let you face grow hot and let the heartbreaking tears run down your cheeks, but it was no use. You were standing by a mirror at that time, and you could see your (e/c) eyes red from crying.

You tried so hard to get a hold of yourself because you realized how much of a mess you were over a guy. After calming yourself, reassuring that he was a jerk and there were going to be others, you noticed that someone, or something was sitting on your bed. It was a boy, with long , unkempt black hair and unusually pale skin. His eyes remained open, as if staring into the deeper, darker parts of your soul. He had a bloody smile carved into his face, and he wore black jeans and a hoodie splattered with crimson blood. He sat with his arms crossed, a knife in one hand.

"That's too bad," the mystery boy said, "If he was still around, he could have maybe saved you. But since you have no one now, it'll be so much easier. " The boy jumped up and charged toward you. He pinned you to the wall with so little effort, as if he had done this a million times before, and judging by the condition of his hoodie you knew he must have done it before. He held your hands above your head with one hand, and a ready knife in the other. His smile widened, if that was even possible, and he quickly began to laugh. The knife got scary close to your neck. You flinched and braced yourself for the pain... but it never came. He just stood there, his ever opened eyes looking somewhat calmer now. He released his grip as he muttered under his breath, "There's something.... something about you. I-I can't bring myself to do it." He sighed in frustration and headed to the bedroom window. He opened it, saying "Tell anyone and next time I won't hold back... I-I'm Jeffery. Jeff for short. You'll be seeing me again real soon I promise."

And with that, Jeff left you alone. You weren't sad anymore, and for some odd reason no longer scared anymore either. In fact, you felt comfort in an odd way. So much comfort that you could finally get some much-needed sleep.

Ticci Toby

Another boring night. You went out for a jog hoping it would give you some inspiration for a story for your creative writing class. You started to wonder why the heck you took that class in the first place. You were not creative, and you had no intention of writing anything that wasn't required. The walk only made you realize that you should have signed up for yearbook instead. You were slowly but surely making your way home, your hands buried in you (f/c) hoodie. You quietly walked, only hearing the trees rustling in the wind, your feet trudging along and kicking loose gravel from the road, and the sound of your heavy breathing from walking so much. You couldn't stop thinking as you walked to the end of the road how out of shape you were. You used to run all the time, but because of so much homework nowadays you rarely found time.

You finally were a couple houses away from your own, and seeing that no one was home yet you decided to check the mail. It was at the moment you approached the mailbox you got a sudden feeling that you weren't alone. However, you shook it off, thinking the dark was playing tricks on you. You were never one to be paranoid, but didn't believe in spooks of any kind, so you went back to your normal business, opening the creaking mailbox and retrieving all the junk mail you went through quickly.