The incident had left you in permanent shock.
You were traumatized. Jeff may have been gone, but his words didn't leave you.
"Go to sleep, Little Bitch."
But all that was 6 years ago, you were only 12 at the time.
Chapter 1
You've finally got all of your boxes into the house. It's your 18th birthday. It was pretty exciting for you. You've finally escaped your relative's home and inherited you parents' residence.
You unlocked your door and entered their mansion. You traced your fingers along the ancient carvings of the stair rail. A smile curled onto your lips as you reminisced the memories of you and your parents. Before you noticed, hot tears began to stream down your face. No, this wasn't the time to be crying. Your two best friends are coming live with you. You needed to clean, you hated clutter and no one had been here 6 years.
You spent the next 6 hours cleaning and unpacking boxes. While you you were finishing up the last 5 rooms upstairs, you heard a fallen object. You went down to check it out and saw that a vase had fallen over. "What the hell?" You uttered. "That's not not possible the vase was on the middle of table-" your sentence was interrupted by the ringing of your doorbell.
You grabbed an object nearby that was just heavy enough to inflict quite some damage, and slowly opened up the door.
Nothing. No one.
Not a killer or any normal person in sight. You were just about to shut the door and forget the entire thing until you noticed a package on your doorstep. You hesitantly picked it up and brought it inside your new home.
You tossed the present aside and sat on your couch. Your head ached painfully as you recalled the memory. You hadn't been here since then. You grabbed the present and quickly tore away the wrapping paper, anxious to see what would be revealed. Inside was a bouquet white roses with crimson spots on them and a note.
You picked the note up and it read
"I'm glad to have you back, Little Bitch."
Your eyes widened in horror.
"Little Bitch..Jeff. What the hell?! How would he know?" You exclaimed.
You were definitely scared, but you were pretty damn upset too. Of course you were, that psychotic beast murdered you parents. He even smiled as he did it. You wanted him dead. After being gone for so long, you'd think he'd let you go. But Jeff wasn't going even considering letting you out of his life. The maniac was in love with you.
Jeff trembled with laughter as he watched from outside your window, a frightened expression rested on your face. Watching you get scared had gotten him excited. A terrifying laugh emerged from him, he quickly tried to quiet down. Instead he lowered his head and smiled to himself.
"I've waited for you so long, (Y/N). I'm ready to play now."
You went around the kitchen looking for where you set your pain relievers. The whole creepy letter and crimson-stained roses thing (which also made you feel quite nauseous) left you with a stress caused stomach ache. Your body jumped up as you heard your doorbell ring once more.
"Relax, (Y/N). It's nothing." You attempted to reassure yourself, but the unsettling feeling only grew larger. You swiftly slid a box cutter into your pocket.
You opened the door and once again, no one was there. Not even another creepy present. You were already exhausted, and the fact that someone was playing ding-dong-ditch with you really did piss you off.
"This shit really isn't funny," you uttered to yourself, "Who ever is doing this, needs to give it up."
You locked your door and went back into the kitchen. "I just need to unpack the rest of the dishes and I'm done. Then I could finally relax." You glanced at your watch, your roommates should've been here at least an hour ago. Maybe they're just running late, but your mind had slowly spiraled to other ideas. You began to walk towards the boxes, but a sudden force pushed you against the wall. You had no time to process the pain before a pair of muscular arms found their way around your waist. A pair of cold lips found their way onto your neck. Your body was facing the wall, and the intruder was behind you. Even so, you didn't have to turn around to know who it was. The feel of the leathery skin told it all.
"Miss me?"
Author's Note: Okay, so I doubt that any people will read this. Thanks to those who have! This could have been worse. ;-; But thank you for reading my story, I don't own Creepypastas, only this story! Hope you enjoyed, I've always wanted to write something like this!! If you didn't, that's cool too. I tried my best though, I do plan to update once (or twice, like this time)a week. That's about it, baii!~Ai/Aya