People in this house (Creepypasta x Toy! Male! Reader)

Chapter 11: "Hell Of A Grip"

May 5th, 2011, 5:43

(Y\N)'s pov

Sally had been watching the television shows, that she considered 'old'. I didn't see how they were old, in all honesty, the show was considered new to me. She me tightly in her lap, listening to the actress talk, angry at her husband for cheating on her with his mistress. We were quiet, waiting for what she would say and what he would do, when a knock on the door interrupted us. I jumped slightly, but Sally barely flinched, like she couldn't even hear it, and it was like she couldn't even feel my movement.

I stayed still, as of not to alert the person at the door. I could hear the voice calling Sally. It was a famine, loud voice... I could practically hear the the demand in it. Sally still focused on the television, holding me tightly, when a hand pulled us back. The hand was rough, and unforgiving.

Sally let go of me, accidentally, and my face slammed to the side of the door. Jane stood in front of Sally, bending down to her level. "Sally! I have been calling you! Come downstairs and get your stuff!" Jane said practically yelling. Sally looked down, seeming to be sadder then she was with Hoodie. She stood up quickly, her lip quivering, and a face that could spark sympathy from the most desensitized man.

Jane walked way, either not caring or not seeing. I could feel my fist ball up as I watched Sally walk out of her room. I felt my blood boil, and I stood up. My legs still felt heavy, but I didn't care, I wanted to show Jane what she deserved. I couldn't let Sally get hurt like that!

I looked out of the room, both ways, and saw that it seemed to be empty. I walked around looking for her room. My shoes clicked against the hard wood floor, quickly. She acted as though she would never make her cry, but she did. And I refused to let that slide.

Sally was the closest family I had left. (S\N) was most likely a grandmother, and forgot about me. Mother and Father are definitely deceased, and I knew no one else. And Sally treated me like family, never leaving and always there. So why should I let Jane hurt her?

Whether it be emotional or physical, it didn't matter. I found myself passing a in front of a room, with Benjamin and a someone else. I couldn't make out his face, so I continued walking till I reached a room. The door had writing in script. "Jane" . I grinned at the sight of it, and I quietly pushed the door opened. It was empty, but the shower in the other room was on. I could hear someone singing something.

I looked around. It was generally a simple room, with posters on the walls, and clothes thrown on the floor. The walls were white, and bland. The room wreaked of boring. I slipped under the bed and waited.

12:22 am

I waited for a long time, watching her every move. The sky was dimming and I found myself in the dark room. I saw her feet dancing across the floor, and a heavy bounce on the bed. I waited a little while longer, and crawled out from underneath. Jane was asleep, facing up to the ceiling.

I slowly crept into her bed, doing everything I can to avoid making a sound. She no longer was wearing her mask, and she looked... What people would say.. disturbing.

Her face was mutilated, and covered in scars. It was burned horribly, the details of her face being almost gone. Not a single strand of hair was on her head, only the skin on her face was visible. It pulled on itself and was stretched, to try and save her face of deep scaring. Her mouth was stiff, and her eyes where shut.

Something bad had clearly happened, and I almost felt sorry for her. Key word, almost. I placed myself on top of her chest and placed my fingers around her neck. She barely moved, as my hands slowly began to grip on her neck. My tightened my hands and began to strangle her.