Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios

The Beginning of Everything: Part Two

WARNING: The following scenario describes a situation in which a boss abuses his employee verbally and physically, both to a minor extent. No violence is graphically explained, but do not read if you are sensitive to this matter.

Hoodie- I was wiping down counters and stocking shelves with bottles of liquor on the night my life changed. It was 12 AM in Philadelphia, PA at the shithole liquor store I worked at. My boss was terrible, an incredibly abusive man. I would say that, he himself, was probably a heavy drinker. He always came in smelling strongly of whiskey and belligerent. This was one of those nights. He stomped in through the door and began screaming at me before he started throwing packs of cigarettes at my face and telling me that I was ''a worthless piece of shit" and he ''should have fired me when he had the chance". He suddenly went silent as he was struck in the back of the head. His assailant was a man in a bright orange hoodie and a black mask that had no really discernible features except for the eyes and smile. He told me to get out while I still could. I ran to my car and turned around to see the building go up in flames and the mysterious man I had just met running out of it. He never told me his name, but told me he would see me again. I didn't know that my life would change right then, but I did know that I needed to get a new job. Graduate school is really expensive.

Bloody Painter- As a phlebotomist, I expected to see a lot of blood, but I never expected to watch a man steal blood. I was doing inventory on blood supply at the hospital. We had an extensive trauma ward, so we were always in need of lots of blood. I was looking through all the samples and thought, ''That's odd. The number of donors, number of supply, and distribution aren't totaling together properly."  I decided the best course of action was to monitor the situation and try to figure out why our blood supply was diminished and where it was going to if it didn't match up to patients receiving transfusions. I worked day in and day out, still not finding the culprit until one night while eating dinner, I heard abnormal movement from the area in which we stored blood. It had to have been my colleague because we were the only two phlebotomists working that night and if it wasn't, it was an intruder. I scanned my badge to access the specimen storage room to find a man stealing from our blood supply. He gave me a creepy smile and told me it was for his art. That was the last thing he said before I knocked him unconscious.

Ticci Toby- "Only two months until graduation'', I thought to myself. I was in the final year of my residency and would be graduating soon. For my residency, I had decided to specialize in psychiatry. I was working with patients that day and I met a rather fascinating one. He wore googles, a facemask, a hoodie, and jeans. Besides the mask and goggles, he looked like your average teenager/young adult. One other thing I noticed was that he wore gloves. Indoors. In the spring. I asked him about the gloves and he said they were to cover up scarring. I asked if it was scarring from getting injured fighting, but he told me it was from self-harm. He used to bite at his fingertips. I also noticed he jerked a lot. To some psychiatrists, he would have just been another eccentric, troubled patient, but to me, he was a patient I had hoped to see again.

Homicidal Liu/Sully- I was in my dorm late one night, working on a paper for sociology about how economic class affects your outlook on life when I heard someone walking through the dorm bathroom. It couldn't have been one of my roommates. It was a Friday night and they were all at a party. I continued to work on my paper, thinking that maybe it was just me being paranoid because of my anxiety. I started to worry when the footsteps got louder, realizing that it was not a figment of my imagination. I grabbed a baseball bat and sprinted towards the sound, knocking out the man walking through my dorm, weapon in hand. I dragged him outside and left him on the quad. He had disappeared the next morning.