Slasher X Reader

Candyman Chapters 1 - 10

Credit to EddieSkabettie

Your Back Story

You were raised right, with a loving caring stepmom and the dad that took you out for more clothes when yours started to tatter and tear. Clothes were not something you loved shopping for. But you did love making them. With being in school for clothes design and trying to hold down a job at the local cinema it's pretty hard and tiring and with friends who are holding down a long game of truth or dare

How You meet

School was good but being able to get out of that tiny dorm with 3 others who had more perfume on then a sweaty gym. I fallow the lanky short landlord through the halls of my new building floor. It was very odd he's a quiet man who makes very little conversations but when he does it's about something like why I decided here would be a good place to move or why I looked for different from all the other females who enter this building.
I kind of likes that I wouldn't have too many problems with a harsh landlord or a perverted one. His hands shock a little from age I believed it was as I matched his slow gentle pace. The halls smelled of Febreze and soap, the hard wood flooring was done nice making it look like the hallway was wider. The walls were a soft greenish-blue and the roof was a white with black swirls. I was stuck in a trance as we walked.
My room was at the far most corner which I really did not mind, when we stopped in front of it I stayed a step back to give him room to unlock the door so he does not feel too crowded. He opens the door and slowly enters, following him I see the walls are white and there is hardwood flowing through the whole thing.
"This is an open concept, there is 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom. You can paint it, hang things in here, and change the appliances." He tells me speaking softly as I look around at the beautiful place. "Thank you, sir, will you want me to bring the appliances down to you if I change them out?" I question slowly stopping in front of him. He gives a soft nod "please be careful and do not say Candyman 4 times into the mirror," he warns. Confused I softly nod, "I'm just looking to design cloths sir not get mixed up in legions or anything else," I explain. He gives another nod then hands me my key's. "If you need anything you know where to look," he tells me then walks out the door.
Propping my door open I put my stuff down and walk back down to the moving truck and move in the bed and 3 boxes. One of clothes, one of the first-night kitchen things I might need, and the last box is of my electronics so I can start answering emails or help other designers with things.
Walking in from making sure that the moving trailer is locked up I head back up. I had already bumped into a few people so I knew it was not as ghost townish as it had first seemed. As I get wrapped into my thoughts the box in my hands falls as me and a guy collide. "Ohh I am so sorry," I say as I bend down to pick up my cloths. "My fault ma'am," he says. Looking at him I see a nice button up with some slacks, they were covered by an overcoat. His hand was covered by his coat but what I could see was a hook. "Nice hook sir," I tell him smiling softly because I always try to make those that are amputees or different feel as though they belong too. He looks startled at me because of the complement "Thank you," he says slowly. "Well if you live in the building and ever need someone to talk to I'm room 617, just knock. Most of the times I'll answer unless I'm out on business or out eating which doesn't happen much," I tell him as I stand back up, all my cloths thankfully in the box. "Have a good night sir," I tell him and heading down the hall to my room.

What he thought After First Meeting

I was roaming the halls trying to get someone to say my name 4 times. But they were all too fearful of my hook. After losing Helen I was pretty upset. She tricked me dearly, now I want someone to help me in killing. I have no clue yet why management did not come to check up on the people who keep getting scared.
Looking out my window I see a moving van and then a lady moving things in. Looking around for her I am bumped into "Ohh I am so sorry." I hear as a thump comes from in front of me. Looking over I am captivated, this (y/s/c) beauty. "My fault ma'am," I tell her bending down and helping her put her clothes back into her box. "Nice hook sir," I freeze surprised that she isn't running away.
"Thank you," I tell her as we stand up, the smell of charcoals and coffee waft over me. "Well if you live in the building and ever need someone to talk to I'm room 617, just knock. Most of the times I'll answer unless I'm out on business or out eating which doesn't happen much," she tells me shifting the box then continuing "have a good night sir," moving out of her way she moves past me as I watch her go.
Her (y/h/c) shimmering and moving as I watch her walk, she made me freeze and not want another Helen. But someone like her, someone as sweet and as kind as her.