What the fuck

  I'm walking back from my late night shift of a Friday night. The sidewalk dimly lit by yellow street lights. It's quiet, for the most part. With only the occasional cars driving up and down the street. I honestly don't live too far off from my workplace but each walked home feels like miles. 

  I'm almost there when I feel as if I'm not truly all alone to myself. Beside the other living things around me, I look around the neighboorhood I am currently in and spot not a living soul out. Still not feeling really safe and sure with myself, I focus on heading and quicken my pace just by a little.

  Coming into view is the apartment buildings in all its glory, four-story floors and lit up trees and rows of gardened flowers. I don't really live in a rough place, its well kept and my job pays well enough for the monthly rent I can afford. Especially living all by myself makes it more financially better, and saving extra on the money. 

  After walking into the building and entering the elevator I tap on the number four marked button. The elevator doors closed in front of me and I felt it shift and lift up the floors. When I step off I head to my apartment door and pull out my keys to unlock it. I head inside and drop my bag on the kitchen counter and turn on the lights.

  I lock the door behind me and take off my work shoes, leaving my socks on my feet. I sigh a breath of relief and relax my already tense shoulders. I head into the kitchen looking for something to ease my growing hunger. I open the fridge and spot the leftover ramen I made too much of the other day. 

  I pull it out of the fridge and turn over to the microwave to heat up. Once I enter my desired time to prepare I head over to the living room and turn on my tv to the local news. I listen to it as I hear the microwave and open up the curtains. I watch the moon for the while and admire its bright white glow. 

  I sigh when I hear the microwave beeping, breaking me from my dream state trance. I lift myself up from the window sill and make my way back. I open the little door and pull out my now heated ramen. I grab a fork and head to the couch sitting, I watch the tv.

  "Now, we head over to Andy who is now at the scene of the crime" The suited up man on the screen states. Looks like something happened in this town. 

  "Yes Mark, now as you see behind me there are police cars and even an ambulance here," Andy announces. "It seems as if two people were brutally murdered here at this home but whats odder is that the third resident here was left unharmed"

  I raised up the volume.

  "Investigators now say that the 30-year-old women living with her husband and daughter were left to see the murderer kill her family right in front of her" Andy continues. "She also claims that the person is not sane and also explained odd features about the killer, Mark"

  The camera now switches back to the station. 

  "That sure is tragic and awful Andy, authorities now saying to be careful late out at night because the killer is still out at large. He's seen to be wearing a white hoodie with long black hair and white painted skin with a red painted smile."

  I turned off the tv.

  Well, shit, now the locals are gonna get worried about me. I mean it is horrible that the killer has done that, I can't imagine what that woman is going through. But now it causes more worry around here and people won't be quiet when word spreads. I'll have to call my boss in the morning to ask about taking on a morning shift or something. Maybe he'll understand...

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  I'm sleeping in my bed at this point, all the lights are off. I twist and turn trying to find the right position to sleep in. Sleep doesn't always come easy and it takes a long while before I finally drift away. However, now that I've seen the news report my mind won't get off it easily. 

  My nerves shock more when I hear light noises coming from out of my room. I am known for my great hearing skills and even the quietest person can't sneak up behind me. So, of course, being sneaky myself I slid from the covers and make a makeshift body. 

  I grab a weapon that's closest to me and that turns out to be a knife I've used to unpackage my new pillows. I guess I really am that lazy to put stuff back. Oh well, it helped me out in this situation. I clenched the handle tightly and hid my self at the edge of the bed.

  I now can clearly hear footsteps heading towards my door, heavy paced footsteps. I hear the door open as it rustles against the carpet. I know he's entered the room now, I position myself, getting ready to move or strike at any second. 

  From beneath the bed, I can see the intruders feet, this person is wearing dirty converse shoes and black jeans. I don't often like to assume often, especially of one's gender but I guessed the person is male.

  I don't see or hear his movements so I wait. I circle around to the end of the bed and make a turn to attempt to catch what my intruder looks like. I spot the white hoodie and immediately retreat back. I didn't much else to see he was the one they spoke about on the news. 

  But here of all places? My apartment, now this just, it just seems thought out. Like he targeted me, maybe stalked me. My mind raced for an explanation, but I shut it down when I heard the bedsheets move. He knows.

  Without thinking I charged at him, however, in case he is skilled and not sloppy I made it seem as I was going to attack with my right. He fell for it, as he turned sharply and block my attack I had retreated my right hand already. I take a step to the right to turn on my heal to charge my attack with my left. Stabbing him in the back catching off gaurd.

"Shit!" He curses loudly.

  I don't waste any precious seconds and knock down his knees. Having him to the ground I dig the knife deeply into his back and take it out once I laid him down. Of course, he struggled so I flip him over with my weight. I stab through his arm and straddle him, with all my weight making sure he can't move. 

  I grab his left arm and hold him, it seems he has no force on his right arm either with that knife neatly placed there. With my free hand, I check his pocket and find his own large kitchen knife. I threw it across the room where he can't reach it. 

  I look down at him once I felt that he finally settled. 

  "Well... that didn't turn out as I expected" He spoke, definitely male. "Hello there dollface, aren't a sexy one."

  His words caught me off gaurd and I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. To make the situation even worse I felt something bulging beneath me. It made the color drain from my face and give him a face of disbelief while he plainly laughs insanely. 

  What the actual fuck is wrong with him...

(A/N) Yay finally finished, Smile will be updated shortly. Once I review this and decided if this is the way I would want to write out my chapters. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy since there aren't many pregnant stories out there with creepypastas...

Hehe... Whats wrong with me X3

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