Encuentro Inesperado [Cap1] Eyeless jack fanficMi nombre es Caroline, tengo 16 años y soy la típica chica del montón. Con la cual nadie se identifica y cataloga de extraña.
Soy altura promedio y tengo el cabello rojo. No se podría decir que es un rojo fantasía, es más bien como una tonalidad entre rojo y castaño claro, el cual comúnmente peino hacia el lado.
Mi piel es bastante blanca y mis ojos oscuros, pero no negros. Si uno se acerca lo suficiente, puede darse cuenta que realmente son marrón.
Mi tiempo libre realmente no es tan libre, siento como una obligación el estar encerrada a oscuras leyendo historias de terror o escuchando música. Aunque tenga un aire un poco solitario, tengo dos fieles amigos, Daniel y Jennifer. Ellos siempre están ahí para escucharme y eso es lo que más me importa.
Vivo justo en la casa al lado de la de Daniel, sola. Debido a que tuve una gran discusión con mis padres, y ahora ellos me mandan el dinero para las compras y pagar la renta de ésta.
Bueno.. no es una gran vida, o al menos eso creía.
JeffxFangirl 2Your Point of View
"It's you!" I say loudly, half scared, half excited. It's Jeff from the story! His ghastly
white face, those huge unblinking eyes, the unnaturally long smile... so gory, so creepy, so
"Don't kill me Jeff," I screech when I spot the knife in his hand. He begins to walk
"I'm not going to, I promise," he assures, sitting on the edge of my bed. He stares at me
for a few moments, and I swear I caught the slightest hint of him blushing. I just pray I'm
not blushing back.
"You know who I am?" he quietly asks. I nod slowly in reply.
I hear my mother's angry footsteps trudge up the stairs.
"It's my mom!" I whisper to him harshly. But, before I could look back, the window was
shut and Jeff was gone.
Jeff's Point of View
I quickly put the ladder back and dash into the woods. Why didn't I kill her? What
Soon enough I arrive to the little house I own de
JeffxFangirl 5Your Point of View
"Ugh..." I moan, sitting up. A needle is in my arm. I must be in the hospital. Suddenly
the events from earlier flood back into my memory. Where is Jeff?
"Hey," a voice quietly whispers in my ear. I start, and the voice chuckles.
"Jeff," I grin slightly. His face comes into focus, and I start stroking his black hair
without thinking. "Jeff, " I ask. "When did we get here and what's wrong with me?"
He shushes me to explain. "I brought you here, to the hospital because you passed out."
There is a knock at the door to my recovery room. Jeff quickly wraps a black scarf
around his mouth to keep his identity hidden. Then he opens the door. It's just the nurse
"Give this pill to *insert your name* to take," she gives a pill to Jeff, who hands it
to me along with a glass of water once she leaves. I easily take the pill. Jeff then takes
off the scarf.
"We're leaving tonight, ok?" he soothes calmly.
Without thinking at all,
JeffxFangirl 3Your Point of View
"What's going on up here?" my mom asks.
"I was on Youtube," I lie smoothly. "But I'm going to bed now. G'night."
And with that she leaves. Man, that was a close one. At least Jeff remembered to close my
The next day is Saturday, so there's no school for me. I decide to clear my mind by taking
a walk in the park close to my house because my mother is being mean to me again today. She
even punched me once, claiming I was being rude. It left me with a black eye. (abusive
mother IT HAD TO HAPPEN PEOPLE!)
As I walk, I begin to notice the trees rustling beside me slightly. I quickly dismiss it
as a small animal in the bushes.
But, as soon as I do, a white hand comes out and yanks me through the bushes and past
the trees into the woods. Jeff pulls me close to him.
He takes both of my hands and puts them in his grip, trapping me there. I squirm to no
"Your name," Jeff demands. "What's your name?"
JeffxFangirl 1Your Point of View
"Another day wasted," I mutter, my *insert hair color* hair hanging down in my face.
I was stuck in detention until 5 pm at school because I haven't turned in any of work. Not
like I give a dang anyway.
I reach the door to my house and pull out the spare key under the mat. For some odd
reason, I felt like I was being watched. 'It's just my tiredness getting the best of me' I
My mother literally bombards me as soon as I step through the door.
"*insert your name*, where were you?!" she angrily questions.
I sigh and mutter, "Detention."
Her face became as red as a cherry. "You're too worried about that darn Creepypasta
crap to do your work! And believe me, you are NOT talented at drawing them, so give up
*insert your name*! Now go do your dishes!"
"Screw it Mom," the words came out before I could stop them. "I'm tired." And without
another word f