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Taken. (Jeff the Killer X Reader)	By : RoverRose Category: A through F > CreepyPasta (written origin) > Jeff the Killer Views: 4641 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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You woke up from some loud noise downstairs. You opened your eyes but the darkness made it impossible to see anything. You huffed and turned when you heard two female voices. Probably Sandy and Lola coming back from their night out. You quickly took a glance at your clock and saw that it was 3:32 a.m.
You were always the one who woke up from that damned door, not because they would slam the door loudly, but also because your window was right below the front door. Even though it was annoying sometimes, you could always hear someone coming in and hear who it was.
You only sighed to yourself as you tried to get comfortable again but it was god damn hard. After a while you slowly drifted off into dreamland again, your mind going foggy.
It was then you heard a loud crash downstairs and your eyes immediately shot open. The dizziness and exhaustion was soon replaced with adrenaline as you heard this unusual event. Was it just a glass?
You waited in complete silence, wanting to hear laughs or loud over exaggerated yells from your friends. But instead there was complete silence. No screams, no yelling and above all no laughing.
You realized that you held your breath and let it escape your lungs as you felt cold sweat forming on your body. Your hands, which clamped the blanket in a tight grip, became moist and your heartbeat went faster within seconds.
After a few minutes of waiting in complete silence, the only thing noticeable your ragged breaths, you decided you check whether everything was okay downstairs. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you sat up and slowly stepped out of the bed. Carefully trying to find your way into the darkness and above all make not one single noise.
You took very small steps as you could feel the cold wooden floor colliding with your feet, walking over to the door before opening it and looking into the dark corridor. You walked over to the stairs and waited for a few seconds.
Still nothing, not one single sound.
You found this very peculiar. Did those girls fell asleep? Or worse, did one of them pass out? If that would be the case then why is the other also silent? It couldn't possibly be that they both passed out right?
You tried to think of every possible scenario in your head, to calm your own body and mind. But it was a lot harder than expected.
You swallowed again, the sound being extremely loud in your own ears. You slowly and carefully descend the wooden stairs, making sure to skip the steps which creak loudly when exposed to any form of weight heavier than 5 KG.
Once you were downstairs your heart began to beat even louder and faster and you were sure it would pop out of your chest if it continues this pace. You also stayed very quiet, waiting to hear whispers, concluding that they were quiet because they wanted to gossip.
You bit your lip, not wanting to hear the deadly silence which you heard all this time. Your ears peaked when you heard voices, whispers. You let out a loud sigh together with all the remaining tension in your body when you heard your friends talking quietly.
Your arms were slumped to your side as you rolled your eyes. They only wanted to gossip… Pff, couldn't they do that before the glass broke?
You turned on your heel to walk back to your room when you froze in place. You heard Sandy say something and then… An unknown, raspy voice.
That wasn't the voice of Lola. And you were sure no one else came into the house except for them… Then who the hell was this person?!
You silently walked over to the door leading to the living room… The sound was coming from the kitchen and you could hear these voices more clear now. What were they saying?
"Then tell me, princess. Where is it?" You heard the raspy voice speaking, nearly hissing at one of the girls. Though his voice held a kind of control, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. And whatever he was asking for you knew it must be important.
What in the world is going on?!
You held your breath as you walked further, slowly stepping towards the mirror in the living room. From this mirror you could see partially into the kitchen. Maybe you could paint a picture with its help.
"I don't know!" You flinched at the panicked voice of Sandy. Alright, something was deadly wrong. It sounded as if she was going to burst into tears any minute, the desperation clearly mixed with fear as she cried out.
You were almost at the mirror, trying in a desperate attempt to control your own breathings. When your eyes finally focused on the mirror and you stood in the right angle you saw…
You saw what horror was going on, you saw who the raspy voice belonged to.
You immediately closed your mouth and covered it with your hands before a yell could escape your throat.
You saw a person's back, long black hair, a white hoody which turned blue because of the moonlight shining upon it. You then noticed that the lights were out in the kitchen, he did that? However what had caught your eye was the fact that this man held Lola in a tight grip, something shiny was pressed against her… throat you think? You couldn't really see clearly, but it WAS a dangerous situation.
Oh god no…
It couldn't be that killer?!
You had no idea what to do, fear took over as you were paralyzed to the ground, unable to move. Where was your mobile phone? You could call the police?! Or, did you have to face this killer yourself?
Are you freaking nuts? No, of course not!
You silently turned while not leaving the mirror and thus the killer out of your eye as you wanted to walk upstairs, in order to phone the police. However you stopped when you heard him say.
"Of course someone as stupid as you 'doesn't know'. Then you don't mind me killing this girl do you?" Your eyes widened at what he said. He wanted to kill Lola! Your friend was going to get killed right on this spot!
Thousands of thoughts and scenarios were roaming through your head, you couldn’t think straight anymore. You didn't want to bury your friend. You didn't want to tell her parents that instead of helping, you called the police.
You just didn't want to lose her.
Something took over, the heat in your body returned as you felt your whole skin beginning to get moist.
"Aw, what's the matter, princess? You don't wanna swee your wlittle fwiend dwie? You don't want to see her intestines being sprawled on the floor? It would be such a lovely carpet, don't you think?" His mocking tone and choice of words made your blood boil and you could only think in rage.
In any normal situation where you could think normally, you would never ever even think of going up against this man. But this wasn't a normal situation and you weren't thinking like a normal person. The adrenaline and rage were thinking for you.
Your breathing became heavy for a whole different reason and your eyesight was blinded by anger. The actions you did now were completely fueled on adrenaline and rage. You speeded over to the living room. Where the poke of the fireplace was neatly hanging on the wall.
You took it and then stormed over to the kitchen. They must've heard you by now but before anyone could react you had jumped on the back of the attacker, one arm wrapped around his throat as the other held the heavy poke and slammed it down on his head.
"(Y/N)!!!!" You heard someone yell and then a few cries, probably from your friends.
He stumbled forward from the sudden action, letting go of Lola in the process. Too shocked to maintain his hold on her. She quickly crawled away but you only saw the raven hair of this intruder and the poke being rammed on his head.
You both stumbled forward, but even when you felt yourself crashing on the ground you continued to hit him with everything you had. You sat on top of him, your free hand wrapping itself also around the end of the poke, to increase your power.
You were soon kicked away from him, nearly flying to the side before your back collided with the wall. You fell on your hands and knees and looked up to see him crawling back up, before you tightened your grip on the poke and charged at him with full speed.
However your arm, which was holding the poke, was grabbed roughly before you felt a foot colliding with your stomach. You roughly fell down to the ground, rolling over a few times before your body came to a stop on your belly.
"(Y/N)!!" You heard someone yell again, probably Sandy. You only groaned as if to let them know you were alive before you lifted your head up. You saw the intruder holding the poke in his hand; the other still had the knife. He raised his body and then turned to you.
"You fucking bitch." He growled and his voice made a shiver run up your spine. The hairs on the back of your neck stood straight up as his icy eyes were focused on you with hatred. His icy eyes which seemed to never blink. It was then you saw his face. His mouth… It was horrible. His mouth was cut into an everlasting grin, dried up blood staining the sides. You could see his hoody being stained by blood too.
You quickly attempted to crawl back up, maintaining your balance as you felt dizzy from the harsh impact. Once you stood up straight you soon bended over again, feeling sick to your stomach because of the kick. You then felt it turning like a vending machine before you threw up on the floor.
You heard a giggle, the giggle of a true maniac, a monster.
"What's the matter? You wanted to be the hero so badly. What's a hero without a bad guy?" You glared at him, only breathing loudly and wiping off your mouth. You still felt extremely sick to your stomach.
He then stepped towards you, your eyes shot over to Sandy and Lola, which both seemed to be paralyzed by fear before turning back to this man. You backed up against the wall, your hand still on your stomach as your eyes widened.
He only came closer, his everlasting grin seeming to get wider with every step he took. When he had cornered you against the wall, only standing a few inches away, you knew.
You were going to die.
You turned your head away as his face was extremely close to yours, he was almost hovering over your small form. You still kept your eyes glued to his as he dangled his knife in between his fingers.
"Something wrong, little miss goody two-shoes? Out of ideas? Shame, I was beginning to enjoy the fight." You gulped as you felt his hot breath fanning over your cheek. Your eyes turning to the side and desperately looking for something to save yourself with.
"This is too easy." He began to give a crazy laughter before he raised his knife. You knew what he was trying to do. Before he could stab you with it, you ducked to the side, causing the knife to slash through the side of your belly.
You stumbled out of his presence, hand going to the wound on your side before you collapsed on hands and knees. The pain was great, but the adrenaline quickly made you forgot about it when you turned. You saw him smiling even more at your pathetic form, your hand slowly being soaked with crimson blood of the wound.
He then stalked towards you again, but this time his back was facing your friends. You looked at them, nearly pleading for them to help you. Lola was the one who answered your pleads by balding her fists and charging at him.
"Ah ah ah, not so fast." In one blink of an eye, he turned to grab Lola's arm and keep it into a steel grip as she cried out in pain. You wanted to stand up and help but somehow you couldn’t.
"What is going on here?!" It was then you noticed the three figures in the doorway. Rayne, Farah and Mandy. You felt relief wash over you as they stood there. Even if this was an utmost dangerous killer, nobody can face 6 girls alone.
Their faces turned to pure shock as they saw the blood, the killer and the fear. The killer only sighed loudly before he rolled his eyes.
"Of course… Shit always happens to me. Fuck… LJ!" You raised your eyebrow as the killer seemed to be shouting at someone. Were there more people in this house? No that cannot be!
Before you could react the bulbs of the lights began to pop one by one, even though they were already off. A ghostly wind soared through the kitchen as you covered your head with your arms, to prevent the flying glass from entering your head. Screams were heard and then there was deadly silence.
"Cut the crap already LJ." The killer seemed to hiss, whilst just staring at nothing. It was then a cloudy, purple smoke suddenly appeared. Out of the smoke stepped a man… If you could call it that. He was a clown, but not a normal one.
Oh no, it seemed as if he stepped right out of a horror movie. His attire consisted of only black and white clothes, making him look very monochrome. His long, black hair hung till his shoulders and on his face was a wide grin, showing his sharp and pointy teeth. His long arms ended with claws and to finish it, his nose was pointy with black and white swirls.
The smoke disappeared, leaving only the two dark figures in the moonlight noticeable.
"I just thought we could have a little fun before I made myself knowable." You had literally no idea what in the world was going on. Where did that man come from? Is he even a man? Why is he dressed like a clown? So many questions and so little time to figure them out.
You only knew one thing for certain. This is going to get bad.
Your eyes switched from the killer to the clown, both seeming to be too engulfed in their argument to notice any of the girls in the room. However then the eyes of the monochrome clown turned and he was looking straight at you.
"Are you sure this is the right house?" The clown asked, still not taking his eyes off of yours. You almost felt violated under his stern gaze, which seemed to sneer right through your soul. You clenched your wound even tighter and you could smell the metal like scent of blood.
"Of course, dipshit. BEN never gives us the wrong address." The killer sneered again at the clown, who only let out a few crazy-like giggles.
"Then, miladys, it is a pleasure to meet you." The clown made a polite bow towards you and the other girls, his hypnotizing gaze peeking from under his curtain of hair. His wide grin still plastered on his face.
"What do you think, Jeffrey? Shall we play a little game with them?" You saw the smiley killer nearly frown (as far as he could) at the clown when he said 'Jeffrey'. However at the last sentence he too began to smile a real smile.
A small puff of smoke was seen before the man held out a carton box. He lifted the back slightly to show what was inside.
Cell phones.
Your cell phones.
You heard the girls gasp as you saw the six cell phones neatly placed next to each other in the tight space.
How in the world did he get those?!
Your cell phone was last, almost lying on top of Farah's Blackberry.
You turned towards the killers and wanted to know whatever they were up too. Of course they would collect your phones in order for you not to be able to call the police. What were they planning on doing with you?
"Let's say we'll give you a running start. Of course you don't have to use it." The clown giggled a little at the last sentence, making him seem even more of an asshole.
"You'll get 5 minutes to run, hide, whatever you want to do. After those 5 minutes, we'll come searching for you. If we don't find you, you are free to go. If we do find you… We'll do whatever we want to do with you." You heard a few gasps and your own eyes widened as well. Were these monsters serious?
What do they think they are doing? You could run outside and warn the neighbors, or just run and scream around. Someone has to notice you.
Still you couldn't help but to fear that it wasn't going to work. This… clown already collected every single cell phone in the house without probably even knowing where they were. You still had no idea how he could collect them so quickly, unless they have been watching you all this time.
You shivered at the thought. No that is not possible, you would've noticed, right? The silence in the room was killing you, and you knew nobody dared to speak up. Of course everyone was afraid, everyone was confused.
What do they want?!
This couldn't be some sick joke, right? Even if it was, then they would go too far to nearly have killed you! You mentally shook your head to snap yourself out of the thoughts. All of those questions weren't of importance right now. You knew what was important:
There are two killers in your house who aren't afraid to brutally murder you and you get the chance to hide from them.
"Here we go my fair ladies; the 5 minutes… start now." Few seconds passed before the first girl turned and ran outside the room. It was Sandy. Once she was out of the room you turned around too, giving the two killers one last glance before you nearly limped out of the room. They only stood there, watching you with a smirk. The one with the smiley face had his arms crossed and something flickered in those cold eyes of him:
Malice.
It creeped you out and you had to run. You wanted to say that you had to stay with the other girls… But you knew it wasn't true. How horrible it may sound it was necessary for you to split up. However you knew that the other girls were well aware of it also. You didn't abandon each other; you only stretched your chances of staying alive.
You saw Sandy standing at the front door, giving a few desperate tugs on it. It didn't even move.
"It is stuck!" She cried out as the other girls surrounded you too. All of them quickly trying to open the door but you soon came to the conclusion that if it isn't going to open like it normally would, it just won't open.
"We have to split up!" Farah hissed whilst her eyes were focused on the doorway to the kitchen, hoping that those killers didn't hear anything. You all nodded, knowing you had already decided for yourselves that splitting up was the best idea.
You turned and ran back towards the living room, towards a window. Your hand was still clutched at your wound and you tried your best to ignore the pain. It wasn't that hard because the one and only thing which kept you standing straight was adrenaline.
You tried to open the window but soon came to the conclusion that this one was locked as well. Desperation washed over you as you thought of a good hiding spot. You knew hiding was the only thing you could do now, all the windows and doors were probably locked… And breaking a window would surely result in you getting caught. You didn't think these guys would play fair.
"Have you found it yet?" You heard the voices speak from the kitchen and you couldn't help but to wonder what this 'it' was.
"Of course not, idiot. I wouldn't be asking for your help if I did." You heard a gruff voice speaking.
"I am flattered, Jeffrey. However the rules have changed. We need to take them instead." You began to get afraid. Take them? You had no idea how many seconds or minutes had passed but you needed to find a hiding spot soon.
Without listening any more you shot out of the living room and up the stairs, the house was a painfully, unusually silent place.
How in the world were you able to win this game? There was no time limit to their search! You had to do something to warn the police, the neighbor, anybody! You didn't have your phone anymore… Wait a second…
Your phone was lying on top of Farah's blackberry…
Farah has 2 phones!
You see Farah's Blackberry was old and often didn't work; she refused to buy a new one so she also uses a very old and simple cell phone for emergencies. You knew she had that phone somewhere inside her room.
You immediately ran over to Farah's room, wondering how much minutes you have left. You hurriedly searched around for the small cell phone. You then aggressively opened drawers and nearly threw all the stuff out to search for it, not really caring whether you made much noise.
Maybe Farah already has it?
You stopped searching when you thought of that… It could be. However it was then something shiny on the bottom of the drawer caught your eye.
The cell phone!
However what are you going to do now? You got the cell phone so when you call the police could be here any minute...
Hide? (Chapter 4)
Escape? (Chapter 3)
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Short note:
You can now choose what to do, whether to hide from the killers or to escape. However one of these decisions will have a bad ending and the other one a good. Choose wisely!
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Taken. (Jeff the Killer X Reader)