Halloween Spirit- Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios [When He Comforts You] [END]
Grinding is a gaming term that means to do repetitive tasks in a game in order to gain money, items, leveling, etc.
Who exactly am I now? It would be easy to blame everything on Halloween Spirit, to return to normalcy like everything had nothing to do with me. But that would be a lie. Since I was born, Halloween Spirit was part of my soul, part of who I was. The dark interests of Halloween Spirit’s were deep down mine as well. But the question is, how far do those interests define me? I don’t know, and now I question my entire existence.
“[f/n]?” Slendie calls gently as he knocks on my door. I hold my breath in hopes of not being noticed, but I know it’s pointless. Slendie sees everything, so there’s no point in hiding. Even so, I don’t say anything as he continues to knock at the door. “[f/n], please answer me.” When silence is all he receives, Slendie starts to lose his patience. “I’m coming in.”
“Don’t!” I croak out as I grab a blanket and throw it over me. I don’t want him to see my face, which red and blotchy from crying. But more importantly, I don’t want to discuss the reason I’m depressed. I feel the bed creak as Slendie sits down beside me. I expect him to start firing questions at me, but instead there is only silence. Which surprisingly, I find to be even worse. As his caring, understanding silence stretches on, I find myself breaking down. When his hand starts to comfortingly rub my back, I’m at my peak. “Slendie!” I sob out as I throw off the blanket and toss myself into his arms.
“It’s ok,” Slendie murmurs as he holds onto me, his hand stroking my head. “Let it all out.” And I do: my tears, my choked breaths, my anguished cries, I let it all out. By the time my cries have receded to watery hiccups, Slendie’s suit has a wet blotch soaked with my tears and snot.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble against his suit, unwilling to let him see my face even more. “I messed up your suit.”
“It’s fine, it’s only a suit,” he replies with a nonchalant wave of his hand. He continues to comb his fingers through my hair, a soothing rhythm that could lull me to sleep, if only my heart didn’t ache so bad. Even still, he doesn’t question me, doesn’t push me for answers. Strangely enough, his silence is what pushes me to explain myself.
“It’s just,” I begin, but my voice breaks. I clear my throat before trying again. “I can’t get over what happened when...when Halloween Spirit merged with me.” My fingers clench at his suit as the memories continue to stab at me.
“It was a terrible ordeal,” Slendie gruffly replies. “But what specifically bothers you?” It’s extremely hard for me to answer, for every time I open my mouth, my voice breaks with the threat of fresh tears. “Take your time,” Slendie reassures me. “I’m willing to wait for however long it takes.”
It takes a while for me to regain my composure. “The blood won’t go away,” I mumble, my voice hollow. “No matter how many times I wash them, I can still feel the blood on my hands.”
Slendie’s hands land on my shoulders, gently pushing me away from him. I don’t bother struggling, for I’m far too emotionally worn out. His hands slide down my arms, warmth encasing my hands as he wraps his over mine. He holds our hands between us, and I find my eyes shyly meeting his. “These hands, to me, are perfect,” he tells me lovingly. “They are pure. The blood that plagues you does not belong to these hands. That blood belongs to Halloween Spirit, the one responsible for killing that man.”
I can’t help it; fresh tears spill from my eyes. “You don’t understand!” I croak out. “Halloween Spirit and I were one and the same! Halloween Spirit has been a part of me for all these years. We both killed that man, for our intentions were the same.”
“Yet this upsets you?” Slendie questions.
“Yes, because I killed someone!” I cry. I tear my eyes away from Slendie’s face guiltily. “I mean, I admit, I had fantasies of doing so, but I-I never thought I was capable of bringing myself to actually do it. But I am, and without Halloween Spirit, I don’t know who I am anymore.”
Slendie’s hands unwrap themselves from mine, and I watch as Slendie brings my hands close to his face. He doesn’t have lips, yet he still presses my hands against his skin, as if he was a gentleman kissing a lady’s hand. Pulling away, he tells me, “Regardless, I love you. I loved you then, and I love you now. Yet as you know, everyone here has killed before. Are we monsters in your eyes?”
“No!” I cry forcefully. “Of course not!” It’s strange, but I know the Creepypastas are more than what they seem. Deep down, they are people of terrible circumstances who were warped into being what they are now. They aren’t crazy, they have reasons for doing what they do, and thanks to Slendie’s influence, they have an organized purpose. And what's more is they have good in them, too, such as Slendie’s kindness and manners. I refuse to see them as monsters!
“Then you are far from being a monster, regardless of whether you kill or not. You’ll always have a home with us, [f/n], no matter who you may end up being.”
“Slendie,” I murmur, my voice brimming with emotion. He’s right, what matters is I have somewhere I belong and people who will accept me for who I am. It feels like a heavy weight is lifted off of my shoulders. “Thank you.”
“It’s my pleasure, my love, to relieve you of your pain,” Slendie replies, and I find myself smiling at him with so much warmth and love. With an intense need to show my appreciation, I lean forward and plant my lips against his skin.
“I love you,” I tell him as I pull away.
“And I love you,” he responds.
However I live my life, I’ll always have Slendie by my side.
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“[f/n], are you avoiding me?” Ben asks, startling me. He appeared out of nowhere! Oh, right, I have the phone with me.
“No, I’m not,” I tell him earnestly.
“Then why is it that you haven’t been around for weeks?” he asks, a bit of irritation slipping into his words.
“I’ve been around!” I protest weakly. It’s not like I’ve left the manor, but I guess I have been avoiding Ben, though it’s not for the reason he’s thinking of.
“Yeah, everywhere but around me!” he snaps. “Look, did I do something wrong?”
“No!” I cry. “It’s not you.”
“It’s just that, well, I haven’t really been in the mood to play video games,” I tell him simply, nervously. Surely he will question me, but I really don’t want to answer him.
“Is that all?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow. “Is that really the only reason you have been avoiding me?”
“Yeah,” I respond softly.
“Am I really such bad company that the only reason you can be around me is if we play video games?” he asks, sounding hurt.
“Of course not! I just thought that if I didn’t play video games with you, you would get bored of me.”
“Like I could be bored of you,” he responds with a roll of his eyes. “Honestly, [f/n], with the things you say and do, there is never a dull moment with you.”
I feel myself blushing at the compliment. “Thank you,” I murmur shyly. “And sorry, you know, for avoiding you.”
“It’s fine, but tell me, is there something bothering you? You don’t look well.”
Damn, I almost avoided it! “Yeah, I’m good,” I tell him, but it sounds like the lie that it is.
“Don’t give me that,” Ben tells me with a stern look. “I know something’s up, so you better tell me.”
“I-It’s….,” I start off weakly, but I recover my strength. “It’s nothing!”
“Bullshit!” he shouts. “After everything that’s happened with Halloween Spirit, I know there is bound to be something troubling you.”
I sigh heavily, knowing there is no fighting Ben. When he’s determined, there’s no stopping him. “The reason I don’t want to play video games,” I start, defeated, “is because they remind of killing that man. It brings back every sensory detail, especially the rancid smell of the blood.” The blood had smelled heavenly at the time, but now, the mere thought of the smell churns my stomach. Every time I slice through an opponent in the digital world, his pixelated blood splattering, the scent invades my nostrils as if the smell was really there. But the worst thing about it all is that I actuallydon’t find the smell rancid. What truly makes me sick is the guilt for not finding the smell disgusting. What’s wrong with me?
“I see,” he murmurs, deep in thought. “[f/n], you do know what happened wasn’t your doing, right?”
“That’s just it!” I cry a bit hysterically. “It was my doing, Ben! Halloween Spirit has been part of who I was since the day I was born, her intentions were mine as well. With her gone, I don’t know who I am anymore.”
“Does it matter?” Ben bluntly asks.
“Of course it does!” I screech.
“No, it doesn’t,” he responds firmly. “Look, I don’t kill, myself, but everyone else here does. As far as I care, if you kill too, welcome to the family. It doesn't change the fact that I love you, nor does it really change who you are. If anything, it would just be a new hobby of yours."
When he puts it that way, I honestly feel a bit better. He's right, no matter who I may turn out to be, I have a place where I belong. "Thank you," I tell him with a teary eyed smile.
“No problem,” he replies with a shrug and a half smile. “Now come on, let’s go set up some pranks for Jeff. You know, since we can’t play video games and all.”
I laugh at his bold statement. “Um, no thank you!” I reply. While Jeff always acts like a happy-go-lucky guy, his temper fuse is extremely short. I don’t know how the other Creepypastas don’t manage to get themselves killed when messing with him. “You know what, I actually feel like playing a video game. It’s been awhile.”
At my proposal, Ben breaks into a wide, childish grin. I love it when I can get him to smile like that. “Great, because I’ve been honing my skills while you were slacking. Let’s go see how far you’ve fallen!” He turns away and immediately starts heading to my bedroom, which is a lot more comfortably furnished than Ben’s, yet is still set up with a lot of gaming consoles.
I smile lovingly at his retreating figure. “Ben?” I call.
“Yeah?” he responds as he turns to me questingly. I step forward a few paces, and before he can respond, I press my lips against his. He stumbles back from the shock, but quickly regains his balance. His arms snake around my waist and pulls me tighter against him. My hands trail from his chest to his face, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Our lips move in a feverish, passionate frenzy. When we pull away, Ben’s face is flushed in a delicious shade of red. “Want to go do some grinding?” he seductively asks.
“Ben!” I cry, my own face feeling on fire.
“Gaming wise!” he says with laughter.
“That’s what I thought!” I say with a playful slap.
“ But if you want to….,” he trails off suggestively.
“Let’s go play that video game,” I say with a roll of my eyes and an exaggerated smile.
“Fine,” Ben replies with a fake groan.
I’m not going to drown myself in guilt for accepting myself for who I am! I have my geek of a boyfriend to thank for that lesson.
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“I’m sorry, I have to go,” I say abruptly as I practically bolt off of the couch. Jeff and I were in the middle of watching a horror movie, Texas Chainsaw, and normally I would be ecstatic. But as I watch Leatherface put on his mask of human flesh, I’m reminded of the carved smile I had sawed into the face of a dead man, and suddenly I don’t feel well.
“Wait, what for?” Jeff cries, looking at me questioningly. However, I’m unable to look at him in the face, for his own carved smile only worsens my sense of guilt. It’s been like this for weeks now, of me avoiding Jeff. I felt bad for avoiding him when none of this is his fault, so I let him rope me into watching a movie. But I don’t think I can stand another minute of the movie, of the tortured screams and the crafting of human skinned masks.
“I’m not feeling so well,” I respond, my gaze casted downwards.
“That’s it!” Jeff says firmly as he stands up with a determined look in his eyes. “Let’s go.” He grabs my arm and proceeds to drag me to some unknown location.
“Wait, where are we going?” I cry after him.
“For weeks now you have been acting stressed, depressed, and feeble. So I’m going to help you relieve all of that stress.”
“That doesn’t actually tell me where we’re going,” I mutter more to myself. There’s no point in trying to cover up my depression, for Jeff knows me too well. So I’ll let him try any method to help if it’ll make him feel better.
We eventually reach the training grounds, and Jeff leads me to the boxing ring. After helping me onto the platform, he tosses me a pair of boxing gloves. “Put these on,” he demands.
“What exactly are we doing?” I ask him.
“We’re going to have a match,” he tells me as he puts his own gloves on.
“How is that going to help?” I ask him doubtfully, but I still put on the gloves.
“Exercise allows you to release all of your pent up frustration,” he replies, already moving into a fighting stance. “You ready?”
“Go easy on the noob,” I tell him as I too get into the stance Jeff had taught me for self-defense.
“You go first, I’ll block,” he instructs. I push off of the stance and charge towards him, battering him with a flurry of hits. I certainly don’t have to go easy on Jeff! He blocks each and every hit, no matter which direction my fists come from. With each hit, my determination to knock him down becomes stronger. Adrenaline starting to rush in my veins, I hit him with much more fervor. With one hit that he uses both hands to block, his stomach becomes open, so I rapidly dive into a punch against his stomach. He staggers backwards, which is enough of a victory for me.
“Yes!” I cheer, lifting my gloved hands into the air victoriously.
He smirks at me as he lowers his gloves. “Feeling better?” he asks.
“Yes, actually,” I reply, a bit surprised. With all this energy, it’s hard to feel down.
“Good, now tell me what’s wrong.”
Uh oh, and now the high is starting to die. “I don’t really want to talk about it,” I mumble.
“Too bad, if you really want to feel better, it’s gonna take more than physical help to do so,” he tells me, his eyes watching me intently. There’s no escape.
With a heavy sigh, I plop to the ground and throw off my gloves. While Jeff does the same, I tell him, “It’s about what happened with Halloween Spirit.”
Whenever Halloween Spirit is brought up, Jeff tenses with a primal fury, and he doesn’t fail to do so now. “Figured as much,” he almost snarls. “What, specifically, bothers you?”
“The fact that I killed someone,” I answer, my voice raspy as if it was a whisper.
Jeff suddenly slams his fist against the ground. “No! I keep telling you, it wasn’t you who did it, it was Halloween Spirit!”
“That’s what you don’t understand!” I shout at him. “It was the both of us who did it! Halloween Spirit was part of who I was since the day I was born, our intentions were the same. Only Halloween Spirit was able to do what I wasn’t able to push myself to do, kill someone. But I’ve fantasized about killing, Jeff! I just didn’t have the guts to do it.”
He sits back and stares at me in surprise. “And that is a problem, why?” he asks.
“Because part of me feels guilty for it,” I tell him as tears leak from my eyes. “Who am I to end someone’s life? I don’t know who I am anymore, it’s like I’ve become a monster.”
“Hey, no, don’t think like that,” he says firmly, grabbing my face to force me to look at him. “If you’re a monster, then that makes me Satan. Trust me, you’re anything but a monster. But am I a monster to you?”
“No, of course not!” I cry.
“Then there rests my point,” he says with a soft grin. “If you are a killer like the rest of us here, and even if you’re not, you’re family to us. We’re happy to have you for whoever you are, and I for one will never stop loving you. You’re beautiful, don’t you dare forget that.”
“Jeff.” I whisper, my face flushed by his loving words. My own words tremble with tears as I tell him, “Thank you so much. That means everything to me.” I honestly feel better, like the guilt was lifted off of my shoulders.
Jeff brushes his fingers across my face, wiping away my tears. “No problem. For payment, you owe me a smile.” A watery laugh escapes my lips. Once the laughter subsides, I offer him a small, soft, loving smile. I feel ugly after all that crying, but he tells me, “You look so beautiful when you smile.”
I find myself leaning towards him, our breaths mingling as our lips press together. It starts off soft and sweet, and I place kisses on his scar. I can’t believe I had refused to look at it, it’s a part of Jeff, and I love Jeff with all of my heart. Once I’ve given his scar enough love, I return my lips to Jeff’s, who meets mine with a much more passionate fervor. Before I know it, our kiss had deepened to a heated fight for dominance. When we pull away, I breathe out, “Wanna go finish that movie?”
He chuckles, but responds, “Sure, if you promise not to throw up everywhere with your suddenly squeamish stomach.”
“That was just a phase!” I tell him as I hit his shoulder playfully. “I’m back to loving gore and more.”
“Then enough stalling, let’s go finish the movie. We left at the best part, too!”
“Got it!” I reply as I lovingly smile at Jeff’s retreating figure.
As I can never stop loving Jeff for who he is, Jeff will never stop loving me for who I am.
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“[f/n]? Hey, [f/n]?” Toby repeats, concern etched into his words.
“Huh?” I murmur, snapping back to reality. For a while now, I’ve retreated into my own mind, often losing focus of reality. It makes me feel guilty, for poor Toby’s the one who tries to keep me anchored, but I have enough guilt to deal with already. “What?”
“I’ve been talking to you for awhile now,” he sighs. “You dozed off into your own world again.”
“Sorry,” I tell him sadly. “You have my attention now, so tell me what you were trying to say.”
“[f/n], please tell me what’s upsetting you,” he asks worriedly. “You helped me after I regained my memories, let me help you now.”
I avert my gaze from his, casting it downwards. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. I’m just...battling my own demons. I just need time.”
“Trust me, talking about it helps immensely,” he tells me with conviction. “If you lock it into yourself, you’ll feel alone, and trust me, you’re not! And the pain will be much closer to your heart than it should be, cutting deeper into you. If you share your worries with me, it won’t hurt as much.”
“Toby,” I breath out, gratitude and neediness suddenly flooding my heart. “Ok, I’ll talk to you about it. I-it’s about that man I killed. The guilt is eating at me. Every time it’s quiet, or when I’m sleeping, I can still hear his screams!”
“That wasn’t you, though, [f/n]! It was Halloween Spirit who killed that man.”
“No!” I cry, burying my face into my hands. “You’re wrong, Toby! It was the both of us who killed him. Halloween Spirit was a part of me since I was born, our intentions were the same. The only difference was Halloween Spirit had the guts to do what I was too afraid to do, kill someone!”
Suddenly, a hand grips my wrist and I am pulled into Toby’s arms. “It’s ok,” he tells me as tears start to stream from my eyes. “You’re still [f/n], you are not a monster. If I’m not, you’re not, either. What happened, happened, but I’ll never, ever leave you. You’ll always be welcome here. You’re part of this family, after all.”
At his comforting words, and the way he holds me so tenderly, I find the ice that had frozen over my heart is melting away. He holds me as if I’m precious, pure, a treasure. Not at all like a monster, or an insane person, like I’ve been feeling ever since I’ve killed. “Toby!” I sob as I cling to him even tighter. “You mean it?”
“Of course I do, I love you with all my heart. And I assure you, everyone here warmed up to you. A little too warmed up, though.”
A watery giggle bubbles from my lips. “Jealous?” I tease. I’m starting to feel like my old self again, and it’s all thanks to Toby. As much of an idiot as he pretends to be, I’m always surprised when he turns serious.
“I’ve seen the way Jack stares at you!”
“Jack doesn’t have eyes!” I cry.
“He still stares!” Toby protests.
“Mmkay, whatever,” I relent with a playful eyeroll. “But it doesn’t matter, because I only have eyes for you.”
“Good, don’t let Jack steal them.” At my grin, he adds, “No, seriously, he would literally steal them. He’s known to sneak into people’s rooms at night and steal their organs without them noticing.”
“That is a comforting thing to know,” I say with a grimace. “Hopefully, family’s excluded, right?”
“Usually. Last month Jeff woke up to find that Jack had taken part of his liver.”
“Don’t worry, after the bashing Jeff have him, I don’t think Jack is gonna steal from people who knows where he lives,” Toby reassures me.
“Well, that makes me feel better....kind of. Toby?”
“I love you,” I say as I lean over and trail my finger from his cheek to his mouthguard. With a dip of my finger, I slip the mouthguard off of his face.
“I-I love you, too,” he replies as he watches me expectantly, his face flushed red. He’s letting me make the first move, which I think is sweet of him. I lean forward a little more, and soon our lips are pressed together. I move my lips slowly and sensually against his, teasing him. Even though he’s letting me be in control for today, I can tell he wants to push me against the ground and kiss me fiercely. So instead, I’m the one who pushes him to the ground. Straddling him with my legs, my hands bunching up his hoodie, I deepen the kiss into a rapid, needy passion. When I pull away, both of us are panting desperately for air, and for once, Toby is speechless. But I’m not one to talk, for I too am speechless.
Eventually, though, Toby gets enough breath to talk. “I love you, [f/n],” he whispers lovingly.
I giggle giddily as I rest my head against his chest, his rapidly beating heart filling my ears. “As has been established, I love you, too.”
No matter who I am, I’ll never stop feeling loved.
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Even with the overpowering taste of mint filling my mouth, the other taste won’t go away. That warm, sickly sweet, rotten taste of dead man’s blood. Determined, I keep scrubbing the inside of my mouth with my toothbrush, a minty foam spilling forth from my mouth. I have to rid myself of the taste of blood, I have to! It’s driving me mad! “[f/n]?” Jack calls, interrupting my vigorous scrubbing.
I spit out the copious amount of foam from my mouth as I turn on the tap water. Cupping my hands under the cold liquid, I lift my hands to my mouth and rinse the lingering paste away. Now that I can properly speak, I turn to Jack and ask, “What?”
“This is the fifth time today you have brushed your teeth,” he points out.
“Ah, well, I’ve noticed that I’ve been taking terrible care of my teeth till now, so I’m trying to be extra careful from now on. I really don’t want any cavities, toothaches can be a bitch,” I lie. I haven’t talked to Jack about how the taste of blood is plaguing me, because I don’t want to trouble him. Hopefully, he’ll believe my lie.
But sadly, Jack knows me way too well. “You’re lying,” he bluntly responds.
With a weak laugh, I turn away from him. “What are you talking about, why would I lie?”
Suddenly, his hand firmly grips my wrist. “[f/n], you have not been yourself of late,” he says calmly, like a doctor diagnosing his patient. “I think something may be wrong with you, so I’m going to examine you for problems.” Without waiting for my say, he tugs me along.
“Wait, no, Jack, I’m fine!” I cry helplessly, but I know it’s no use. I can protest as much as I want, but once Jack gets an idea in his head, there’s no stopping him. Might as well just play along and get it over with.
We eventually reach Jack’s examination room, where he had first locked me up that fateful day we met. He leads me to the operation table as he orders, “Sit.” I do as he says, and we both remain quiet as he performs the usual procedures. However, when he holds the stethoscope against my chest, he asks, “What is troubling you?”
I quickly open my mouth and blurt out, “Nothing!”
“Heart rate has increased,” he quietly notes. “You are lying. I’ll ask again, what is troubling you? You can talk to me, [f/n].”
I say nothing, yet after minutes have passed Jack still hasn’t removed the stethoscope from my chest. He’s not going to give up until I tell him. With a sigh, I mutter, “It’s about what happened with Halloween Spirit. The taste of blood won’t leave, no matter how much I try to brush it away.”
Finally, he removes the stethoscope from my chest. “It is not a physical problem that is ailing you, but a mental one,” he diagnoses. “Tell me, why do you think the taste will not go away?”
“Because,” I begin, but the words die. Honestly, it’s very hard for me to admit aloud the truth of what has been tearing me up inside. If I say it, it feels like it’ll become finalized. But I have to say it, so I force out, “Because, the guilt of what I had done won’t let me forget.”
“As I have explained before, Halloween Spirit was a parasite that had taken control of you,” Jack says firmly. “You are not responsible for the death of that man.”
“Guess what, Jack?” I shout. “You’re wrong! Halloween Spirit wasn’t some temporary virus, she was a part of my soul since the day I was born. We were one and the same! Meaning, Halloween Spirit’s desire to kill? Yeah, that was my desire too. But while I only fantasized about it, Halloween Spirit was able to do it. We both killed that man, Jack. And now, I don’t know who I am anymore.” I breath out heavily, my ranting finished. Tears drip down my face, mixing together with my angry puffs of breath to form an emotional mess. I know I shouldn’t be angry, Jack is only trying to help. But it’s like the emotions I have desperately tried to keep locked up bursted out like an uncontrollable horde.
“You are [f/n],” Jack tells me calmly. “Even if you kill people, I can only see you as [f/n]. And either way, I would still love you. In fact, you are the most perfect specimen I have had the honor to meet. And quite frankly, killing is considered a profession around here, so you’re more than welcome to join in if you please. You will always be welcome among us, so never feel like you don’t belong. Be whoever you want to be, we’ll welcome you with open arms.”
“Jack,” I breath out, relief replacing the guilt and self-anger that had taken hold of me. “Oh, Jack!” I throw myself at him, his arms wrapping around me in an embrace. “Thank you so much, I really needed to hear that.”
“How do you feel?” he asks softly.
“Much better,” I respond with a small smile. “Jack?”
“I love you,” I say warmly as I carefully lift off his mask and press our lips together. The mask clatters to the ground as Jack’s arms shift to my waist, pressing me tighter against him. His lips move hungrily against mine, which I eagerly respond to with as much passion. He nibbles at my bottom lip, pain and pleasure mixing together as blood starts to drip from my mouth. I let out a tiny cry of pain, but Jack quickly laps up the blood and continues to press our lips together. The taste of my blood fills my mouth, yet the taste is no longer a bother to me. When we pull away, I wipe at the blood as I playfully glare at him. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Does the taste of blood still bother you?” he asks.
“No,” I reply. “No, it doesn’t. Thanks for that.” He was trying to help me move on from the horrible memory of the taste of blood by replacing it with a pleasant memory. And it actually helped, for the coppery taste is nothing more but a flavor.
“Good,” he says, and he actually smiles at me. Jack’s smiles are very rare, and each time they cause my heart to flutter. “I love you.”
My face heats in a blush as I bury my face against his chest. “Love you, too,” I mutter, my voice muffled against his chest.
Whenever I feel down, I can always rely on Jack to help.
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I have officially become a permanent resident of the Creepypasta Manor. Along with my boyfriend and his friends, we have all joined together as a family. Among them, I am free to live my life as however I may please, and I will always be accepted. I have never felt as loved as I do now, and it’s ironic, since I was kidnapped by these people! But hey, it’s the best misfortune that has ever happened to me.
And it’s all thanks to a little Halloween spirit.
