Sinful Secrets ((Creepypasta x reader))

Ch 2. Day by day I realize more and more how fucked up this world is.

[Anonymous]
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One look at him was enough to uncover his identity. How could I not? After all, he was famous even among all the other creepypastas. Maybe even more well known than Slenderman himself. I would be lying if I said my brain wasn't completely jumbled up trying to process the information it had received. Who wouldn't need a little time if they were to meet such a being face to face. While my mind desperately scrambled about trying to produce any form of coherent thoughts, I observed the man in question with wide eyes. Drinking in every single detail I could uncover. Can you blame me? I mean... you don't get to meet a famous killer every day. And who is this famous killer you ask? Well... none other than THE Jeff the Killer!

As seconds turned to minutes I searched for words to say. Actions to undertake. Though eventually my frantic search came up empty. What should one do in this situation? A mixture of fear and weirdly enough excitement coursing through my veins as time dragged on. Whatever my mind conjured up seemed meaningless in this situation thus I simply remained silent and kept my guard up. Given how the stories never specified what should be done when meeting him in real life. If push came to shove I'd make enough noise to allow my hallmates a chance to escape. This seemed like a reasonable plan for the time being.

As I sat there, however, I realized that in this particular moment anything could happen. He knew I had already seen him, that much was certain. I sensed his gaze glaze over my figure in silence. Perhaps he was contemplating on whether he should just attack or observe my reactions further as a means of sick entertainment. Though without a doubt... I could deduce one simple fact... he's unpredictable. At least the supposed survivors had claimed as such. Although I wasn't particularly keen on relying on those too much. The internet proving to be a rather unreliable source of information most of the time.

Both of us refused to move, to make a single sound, as we measured the other up. It didn't take a genius to understand he was deciding my fate right then and there...
and no matter how hard I struggled...
I wouldn't be able to escape his decision.

As the silence stretched on the uncomfortable feeling only grew in volume... until something inside of me just snapped.

"Why are you just standing there?! Just fucking DO something!"

These poorly thought out words escaped my idiotic self before I'd even realized it. Eyes widening a smidgen I cursed myself internally while frozen in place. Why in the world did I do that?! Am I really in such a hurry to die?! Who knows what kind of temper he has!

As my silent tirade continued, I forgot to focus on my attacker. Ominous chuckles assaulted my eardrums. Rapidly, I searched for the originator of the sound. What I found was the serial killer standing in the corner of my room laughing at my expense. Apparently for some fucked up reason he found enjoyment in my outburst. Don't ask me what goes on in that nutcases head. You know what they say, takes one to know one. And I haven't gone THAT far over the edge yet.

Hundreds of snarky comments passed through my mind, willing me to challenge the stranger invading my sanctuary, yet my primal instincts kept me from forming words. Stopped me from worsening my situation any further then I'd already done. Instead it focussed on pumping adrenaline through my veins. Readying me for whatever would happen next. Fight or flight, from here on out it all depended on him.

Discretely I shift my head towards the door knowing the window wouldn't be a very wise option for escape. HE might have ways of safely entering and leaving the fourth floor but alas I'm only human. Noticing my movement he quieted his bone chilling laughter and took a confident step in my direction.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you, little thing."

Trembling I trained my eyes back on him. My spine tingled from the sheer malice his voice contained. A deep, sinister sound that sent my instincts into overdrive trying to figure out a way for me to escape this predator.