"Scream for me!" Slashers x reader

Chapter eight - You're dumb!

Y/n woke up the next day slightly energized. The golden sun peaked through the curtains of her room. She groaned and threw the comforter off of her, swinging her legs off the bed and getting up. Her back was sore from bending over all day yesterday.

"God..." She rubbed her lower back as she opened her dresser. She pulled out some overalls, a long (F/C) sleeved shirt, and some regular funky socks. She got dressed and did her hair.

Y/n grabbed her keys and phone and made her way downstairs. She slipped on her shoes and opens the door. A massive wave of heat hits her. She slams the door.

"Jesus Christ...what the hell happened over night?" Y/n says to herself.

She looks around as she puts her hands on her hips.

"The hell am I going to do now?" She thinks as she makes her way into the kitchen.

Y/n didn't have summer clothes, she didn't need them because she would rather stay in and watch movies and eat food all day. Staying in the comfort of her home. Y/n looks towards the counter and sees scissors hanging on a hook on the wall.

"I don't wanna, but I guess I have too." Y/n grabs the scissors and cuts the overalls short.

She was proud of herself, she put the scissors on the counter and walked back to her door. She opened once again, but wasn't greeted by a wave of heat this time, instead it was a knife to the shoulder. Y/n let out a gasp as she held onto her shoulder which still had the knife in it. She looked up to see a person in a black robe and a mask. The mask had a permanent screaming face on it. Y/n stumbles back in fear and hits the ground. The person steps into the house carefully, slamming the door shut behind them.

"Oh god...Jesus...!" Y/n grasps out as she tries to stop the blood from flowing.

She looks up and lets out a feared cry as the person looms over her. Y/n starts crawling backwards. Blood smears across the hardwood floors.

The person bend down and harshly wrapped their hands around y/n's neck, blocking her air way. Y/n kicked and kicked and kicked until she finally kicked them in the stomach making them fly backwards and onto the ground. Y/n gets up in a panic, stumbling to get to her feet. Once she does she goes for the stairs. The person is not so far behind her.

Y/n huffed as she took a sharp turn and entered a cleaning closet. To the intruder it seemed like y/n had completely disappeared. Y/n panicked and ripped a chunk of her shirt off. Revealing a piece of her underclothing. She wraps the fabric carefully around the knife and its wound. Putting pressure on it. She looks around to see if she can use anything as a weapon. But there wasn't. Not a thing to defend herself with.

"Shit..." She mumbles.

She hears footsteps coming back down the hall. They abruptly stopped in front of the closet y/n was in. She prepared herself. She carefully wrapped her hands around the cold metal door nod. Counting the three before twisting it open quickly and slamming the door into the person. A loud yell of pain came out of his mouth.

The man flew back some and it gave y/n an opportunity to make a run for it. She turned the corner again and down the stairs. Blood wet her shirt and stained her hands, arms, and face. Her hair became chunky from it as well. She ran out the door not daring to look back at what even happened.

"Someone help!" Her voice was filled with pain and fear. Her voice echoed. It was loud and raspy from the pain and fear she had been feeling.

There were a few people on their porches and even some children outside. No one was even attempting to help Y/n. That was until a couple ran up to Y/n.