jazmynwolf

I'm Ready to Sleep.... Last Time:    You had an encounter with what you thought could be your potential killer, after a short/terrifying first encounter you were left in a paranoid and fragile state.    He on the other hand returned to his estate with conflicted thoughts and unused emotions, he too was left in a fragile state, still unsure how to deal with them. To You:    It had been a few days since that night, and every passing day you remained in the safest part you could be, your room. You mainly just listened to the music, freeing your fearful mind of thoughts and possibly that night but all it seems to do is just shine rather t

Jeff the Killer x Reader 5 I'm Ready to Sleep.... Your POV: Your thoughts were raging with fear and the overwhelming instinct to run for home. But, you just stayed and watched him with fearful eyes, the thundering noise of your heart was the only thing you heard. You saw his mouth moving as if he was talking but didn't hear any words. Th-Thump Th-Thump Th-Thump Th-Thump...... He started to move and you flinched away, he held his hands up defensively and slowly put the knife to the ground. "Please just let me explain...." He said again and carefully reached for you, next second you were gone. Bolting from where you were, you ran home, lea

I'm ready to sleep... You slowly awoke, not sure why but you felt strange. You open your eyes slowly, seeing the stars on the darkened night sky, you blink softly and slowly move your head to the left. To see the untamed grass of what was left of a playground field, then you slowly looked to your right. You froze, seeing a hooded white figure. You felt your heart race as you slowly start to inch away, many thoughts going around in your head. He seemed to be asleep and you attempt to calm yourself, seeing his chest rise and fall softly. He must of fallen asleep, you slowly reach to wake him. Before you could even touch him he grabbed your wr

I'm ready to Sleep.... A week has passed and you found some of your belongings missing; a few t-shirts and earphones. You were constantly looking around for them, you had them sitting on the dresser the night before, you were thinking about going to go out today but since you couldn't find your earphones you thought different. "(Name)?" A soft voice from your little sister says, "Yes, (Sister's Name)?" She smiled dopily and held up her bright blue headphones, "Use....mine?" She seemed to question, you smiled softly and got up going to her, she was only 7 and suffering from autism. She smiled happily at you, "(S/N) that's ok I'll find mine.

I'm ready to sleep..... It had been a few weeks since the encounter, and you refused to step foot outside, after finding the note in your jacket a day after the smile was drawn on your face. You had kept the letter, keeping it in a safe area. You couldn't help but get chills down your back as you thought more and more about that darn thing. You were sitting on your mattress tower as you listened to your old music, the song was 'Do You Want To Touch' by Joan Jett. You had your eyes shut as you leaned on the wall as the music played. You kept imagining a handsome stranger and you in the song, "Yeah.....oh yeah....oh yeah......yeah...oh yeah..

Jeff The Killer x Depressed Reader I'm ready to sleep..... Things had always been a little off since you have been home. Just the little things, a misplaced object in your room, doors open in areas where they should be closed. But you just wrote them off as some sort of paranoia..... But you being a 16 y/o you have had a lot of things to deal with, especially in your life. Your parents divorce when you were 13, your older brother leaving, your little sister having a mental illness, and a close friend who had passed before. No your life was not happy, you had very few friends, who were all close. Very violent siblings who have tried to kil

You spun the bottle and watched as it spun round and round and round and round and- it slowly stopped. You slowly look up and see a boy wearing a white hoodie with long black hair and a carved smile. Your eyes widen… Jeff… “great…” you mumble. He heard it and replied. “Like, I want to do this..I was forced.” He said looking away. When you met the creepypastas, all had been very nice to you except one…Jeff the killer, one of the people who made your life hell. You and Jeff never really got along since then, you tried to be nice to him before, even did what he wanted, but his stupid attitude ju