Boxes handed to one another. The movers placed boxes to each other then inside the building. A (height) woman stood talking to the guy that drove the truck. That woman, is you.

(Y/n)'s POV
Fumbling with dollar bills from my purse, I was preparing to pay the man who informed me of the price. I looked up at him with cold eyes.

"If one of those boxes have something important broken in it, consider yourself dead."

The man simply laughed. Not catching my threat. I finally collected the precise amount and handed it to him as the final box was out. The man snatched the money from my hand and continued it. He smirked at me.

"You'll die here before you can get your hands on me love."

The man motioned his men back to the cars, I stepped away and they drove off. I smiled to myself as I had stolen his id. I looked over it. My smile grew insane. I put his id in my pocket and walked inside.

I threw my purse on the already placed dining table and slid my jacket off my shoulders. I sighed and started to unpack.

Hours later, I was down in the basement, setting up my office. As soon as midnight struck, I picked up Object 41. It was something like a gun. It will go to any heat source aimed at. In a way it's like a heat seeking missile, but smaller and invisible.

I get dressed in my outfit. I pull up my gloves, the fabric was so soft and thick, though you can't feel it, unless you have sensitive skin like me. I put on a tight bra, to keep my chest flat. I put on a sleeved shirt that hugged my torso tightly, making me look male, I then slipped on my universal pocket jacket and zipped it up. I then put on my universal pocketed tight pants.

I then put on my final piece of equipment. My finishing piece was my beloved mask. It was made with a thin purple and black fabric. It covered my face perfectly. It was black everywhere except the eye places and it had whisker marks and a nose. I put it over my head. I can see perfectly fine through it.

"Time to go get that son of a bitch."

Greg Erics POV
I smirk to myself. Thinking of that fucking bitch I met today.

She doesn't stand a chance in this town with these Creepypasta freaks around.

I make my way home to my daughter. I couldn't wait to fuck her up while my wife was out. I arrived at home and unlocked and opened the door. I saw my daughter on the couch. I grinned at her sleeping form. I slip off my shoes and walk over and pick her up and take her to her room.

She opened her eyes after I laid her down on the bed and went over and locked the door to her room.

"Daddy? Is there something wrong."

I smirked darkly.

"Yes. You're in trouble.~"

A perverted grin grew on my face, scaring her.

"W-what did I do?"

I took off my belt and walked back over to her.

"D-Daddy...?"

I got on top of her and pulled down my pants and boxers. She tried to scream, but I covered her mouth as she started to cry. I grinned and started to pull down her pants and underwear.

Suddenly I was thrown across the room. I looked and saw a figure. It had on a mask, it looked male.

"H-Hey! Don't kill me!"

The person had a gun. Or... what looked like one. It was pointed directly at me. I could tell the person smiled as they pulled the trigger.

BANG

.I DIED.

(Y/n)'s POV
I snuck in through the little girls window and saw that her dad was trying to rape her. I growled to myself and snuck in.

I grabbed his arm and threw him across the room. I pointed the gun at him and it locked on his heat.

"H-Hey! Don't kill me!"

I smiled insanely underneath my mask and pulled the trigger. I now saw his dead, bleeding body and smiled insanely.

After standing there for a while, I turned to the girl. She trembles and cries. I frown at the poor girl. Then I hatch an idea. I go over to her. She trembles more and cries harder. I place my gloved hand on her cheek and wipe away her tears.

"Does your mommy hurt you too?"

She nodded and cried harder. I frown and a rage grows inside me.

"I need you to do something for me ok?"

She nodded.

"What time does your mommy come home?"

I asked the trembling child.

"U-usually around now...."

Just then there was the slamming of the door downstairs.

"Ok. Here's what I want you to do."

I said to the girl. She waits for instruction.

"I'm gonna kill your mommy. I want you to run down the street and wait for me."

She nodded and got out of bed. I grabbed a few of her things and went downstairs and saw her mother yelling at her.

"GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM"

I growled and shot the mother. This scared the girl and she ran. I went downstairs and to the girl.

"I'm not too far down the road, go to the house at the end of the street. I'll take hospitality of you ok? I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."

I said, the girl nodded and we ran over. I took her inside my house and set her down on the couch. I changed and made a nine one one phone call reporting this and the police were on their way. I walk back over to the girl.

"When they get here, you tell them nothing about me. Say you heard a gunshot and ran ok? I'll take hospitality of you, I promise."

The girl nodded. She hugged me and cried into me. I simply comforted her.

"What's your name sweetie?"

I asked, petting her gently. She pulled away slightly.

"S-Sarah"

She whimpered. I smile at her and hug her again.

"Nice to meet you Sarah, I'm (Y/n)"