Jeff the Killer x Reader pt 1

You had just moved to a small town about 200 miles from the nearest city. It was more of a ghost town than anything else. Your parents had just gotten divorced and you live with your dad now. It was hard on you because you didn't have such a good relationship with your family much, you more of a loner and you could say a goody two shoes. You did what you were told and only spoke when spoken to.
"Hey, kiddo did you hear me?" Your dad said as he nudged you out of your day dream. "We're almost there." You pass a sign that says sunnyville, but there wasn't anything sunny about it. There wasn't a patch of light anywhere only dark, grey clouds.
"Dad." You started "why does it have to be like this. Did i do something wrong to make you two break up?"
"No, (y\n) you didn't do anything. Your mom just found someone better and decided to move on." Realizing how uncomfortable you just made him you didn't say a word until you drove up the driveway of your dad's house. It was old, maybe 20-50 years old. It was made of wood on the outside with dead plants and grass around it. The house was two stories so you could probably be happy that you get your own room, and it was also in front of the woods so that adds to the creepy effect of the town. You walk into the house, and to your surprise it looked better on the inside than the outside. Wood floors with white walls and some small ferns here and there on some tables around the house. The first thing you come face to face with are some stairs.
"Hey! Are you going to help me with your things or am I getting it all myself?" You turn around and help him get your luggage from his truck.
"Dad, do I have a room here?"
"Of course, what do you take me for? I got your room set up upstairs, you can go when you're ready"
You nod your head and head upstairs making a couple trips back and forth with your things. When you get to your room you see a soft (f/c) bed spread with white walls, light brown carpet, wooden bedside table, and a digital clock that said 1:37. It was so early yet you felt so tired. Probably because of all of the driving. You left your things in the corner and decide to nap. You kick off your shoes and get under the covers and fall asleep.

~5 hours later~

You wake up hours later, and get out of bed. You walk over and turn on your lights, and the first thing you see is a note taped to your door. "Look on your bed," the note said. You turn around to find a laptop at the end of your bed. A little hesitant at first but you go for it anyway. The only thing that runs in your head are questions. "How did it get here? Who put it here? Did my dad put it here?" All those thoughts ran through your head. Soon the curiosity gets to you and you open the laptop. The first thing that comes up is a bunch of documents. Unaware and your curiosity getting worse you click on one. A document of a serial killer comes up. You want to read but something stops you, maybe your contious?
"(Y/n), dinner`s ready" your dad yells from downstairs.
"Alright" you respond. You close the laptop and hide it under your pillow.

~2 hours later~

After dinner your dad water to spend some quality time with you and you didn't complain. You actually enjoyed it and haven't seen him in about a month since your mom kicked him out and brought in her boyfriend. The thought of that woman being with someone else didn't set in well with your thoughts.
You head back upstairs and look at the documents for a few hours until about 3 in the morning. You couldn't believe what you had read.
After reading them you had a weird feeling, as if you were being watched. You looked around your room and didn't see anything except the dresser, walls, door, and closet. Nothing out of the ordinary. Then you make the mistake of looking out the window. First thing you see are the woods, but what stands out the most is a white figure. Well, only the top half was white. You fear that you have gotten yourself into something that you can't escape from.