//A Little more lighthearted!

They follow you;

Jeff the Kaykay

Ever since you first met the man with the large, bleeding smile, you were constantly paranoid. You knew he probably wouldn't kill you, seeing as that would arise suspicion and he was hiding in your home. But did he really have to watch you, and did he think you wouldn't notice.

In the one class you had a few days after the incident, you were sitting next to the window. Of course you were listening to the man talking, but watching him could be so boring, so you stared outside hoping for something more entertaining, like maybe geese?

You got what you wanted, that was for sure. But not exactly, you got a animal, he had a long mane, but he had a white hoodie with blood stains and a carved smile onto his face staring back at you. The moment you spotted him, it felt like your heart stopped beating for a second. He was standing, only a few yards away from the college without any worry, Jeff was holding his signature knife. You couldn't speak as your mouth went dry. He grinned up at you, and you could finally hear your heartbeat. Was he going to kill anyone here?!

You hoped not.

Later that day you found out another one of Jeff's famous murders happened. In your college! That poor janitor didn't see what was coming.

E-Jack

You had several meetings with your editor the past couple weeks, working on small tweaks to your writing. Until the book was complete. You titled it 'Extramundane'. It was a story where the villain or the antagonist, turned out to be the hero of the story. You were proud of your work, only now needing to find a suitable cover for the book.

You got out of your mother's basement and looked at the sun.

It stung your eyes, you looked away and in the bushes you swore you could see something blue-ish. You wrote it off as one of those hallucinations the sun can give you if you stare directly at it.

But even after the sun thing faded, you started to see it around. Sometimes you'd see it just as you were falling asleep, other times you'd see the blue oval thing as you are talking with your editor. Each time just shrugging it off.

Until one day, you looked outside your window, expecting to see the sun and all the plants. You saw the blue oval right at your window, black liquid oozing down from two eyeholes. It was a mask, the mask of Eyeless Jack. You blinked in disbelief after falling backwards, and it was gone. Was that all just a... hallucination?

Benny-boy Drowned

Ever since you brought your computer in for repair at the store, and they said nothing was wrong. You were afraid. Just what was going on? It was clearly crashing!

Sarah sat next to you in your apartment. Her eyes fixed on the computer that functioned almost completely, correctly. There would be glitches, and sounds coming from the computer. Often involving the phrase 'You shouldn't have done that' or 'You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?' with green splotches all over. Infact all the electronics you had access to were doing something similar to that.

Even your car glitched out, the lights flickering on and off randomly, the song would slow down and a males voice would say, "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"

You grew more and more paranoid, constantly checking over your shoulder to make sure the voice, the person who did this wouldn't be right there. Sarah would have to come into your room and comfort you for minutes, reassuring you that everything would be alright and nothing would happen when you fell asleep. Somehow, you always knew she was wrong.

One night, you put up a camera before Sarah came in and comforted you. You fell asleep a little after. But. Half way through the recording, around 12 pm, a silhouette of a teenage boy stepped out from the shadows of the room, no break in, no sound. He just stared at you from next to your bed for hours, until the daylight became apparent. Then he just walked off camera.

After showing Sarah that, she freaked out. You called the cops, but they thought it was faked. There was no evidence of a break in, nothing was stolen, no footprints, and for once, all the electronic were acting normal. But once they left. That's a different story.

Ticci Tobias.

You were staying in your mother's house with her. When the police arrived, they found definite signs of a struggle, a place where a axe had been thrown into a wall. They found the dead body of a (Pet), your (Pet), (Pets name), its head was chopped off and there will several scratches all over its body.

You couldn't help but feel scared of the dark, and of monsters again. Just like when you were a child. Soon enough, you were uploading on youtube again. You told them about the break-in how the cops were at your house and that you were somewhere else, and how you thought you were safe. Almost none of your subscribers believed it. They kept saying they saw figures and shadows of a man, faces, and other strange things. You rolled back through one of the videos when you were vlogging next to your window. You saw him. Covered head to two in blood, it didn't make you sick.

All comfort you once had was thrown out the window. Just knowing he was right there, watching you for that past couple weeks, it was terrifying. You told your mom as soon as you could move from your frozen thoughts.

She called the police, they watched the part of the video. They searched the backyard, the found nothing but some bloody footprints leading into neighboring woods. If you thought that was bad then, just wait.

Only a few days later, you woke up in bed because of a nightmare, about him. Whoever he was, the light of your room giving you some comfort, until you saw him at the foot of the bed. He gave a wave, the two hatchets tied around his waist. "Hello!" He chirped happily, skipping to the side of your bed, leaning down, his goggles weren't covering his eyes, they were on his head. His mouthguard seemed to move when he was talking. "Im-Im Toby!" His voice choked back a bit, before his head swung to one side moved back to where it was before.

You couldn't talk. "You're Y/N right?!" He grinned, his hazel eyes bore into your E/C ones. His gloved hand reached out for your chin when you didn't answer, and slowly moved your head up and down, like you were nodding. But you yourself were still frozen. "I've been watching you for a while now! I know you so well!" Toby giggled, his neck along with his face swing to the side, a sickening cracking sound filling the room.

Your mouth was agape, it felt as dry as the sahara desert. The life in his eyes seemed to change. "I will, s-see you s-soo-soon Y/N b-but b-oss has a job for-me." He ticced before opening the door to your room and walking out of the room, you heard his footsteps down the stairs, then the front door open and close. Why hadn't the alarm worked?

Masked Man

//Dis ain't Naruto!

Needless to say, ever since your encounter with the guy in the mask, you no longer listened to horrifying tales on the way to work and back. You now listened to funny stories, just as amusing, but they didn't distract you from your secretary job when business was getting slow.

But the corner of your always saw the man, his mask just staring at you. When it was almost closing time, you couldn't see anyone coming to talk to you so you quickly left to go use the restroom. Grabbing a snack out of the vending machine on the way back.

You found a beige sticky note, with a black marker there was a oval drawn to look like the man's mask, next to it was the word, 'Masky'. You sucked in your breath, did he follow you all the way over here? Did someone prank you?

Once you could go home, you went starbucks, picking up a muffin for the next morning, and a Caramel Iced Coffee. You went back to your car. In the back seat of your car you found a receipt to a place you never went before, purely because of how far away it was, The cheesecake factory. Your heart dropped for a second. How did this get here?

You shook your head and threw the receipt in a nearby trashcan getting out of the car for that sole purpose. When you returned you found a $25 gift card to the place. You knew it wasn't there before. You put it in your wallet, not passing up the opportunity, you took the shortest way home you could. Just to find your house had been graffitied. A circle with a 'x' through it. How peculiar of a gang symbol.

Hooded Creep.

//Poor Hoodie...

You started off not that afraid when you saw the guy, Hoodie, around. Maybe he'd just moved here and was at the wrong place at the wrong time, or maybe you were the one who had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. Either way, whenever you went into stores, you'd see that same yellow hoodie pass by you. You never grabbed their shoulder to talk to them, they could just be a innocent little kid.

One night while working at the restaurant, taking over your best friend, Sandra's shift while she was hanging out with her boyfriend for their two year anniversary. You spotted someone, sitting down at their table, just in view. It was Hoodie. There were many other people dining so you couldn't just go up to him and accuse him of stalking you. So you just kept doing your job.

When you were cleaning up your bar, you saw he was still there, you guessed his gaze was locked onto you, although he could just be sleeping, you couldn't tell because of him ski mask. You looked away from him and finished your cleaning, your gaze returning to the same place he was before. He was gone.

You knew it wasn't your imagination because of the other employees talking to him, you don't think he answered. Either way, you finally decided that when Sandra got back from her boyfriends place, you'd tell her all about it, you wouldn't get the police involved, not yet.