Bloody Knives /Jeff The Killer X Reader\ {Completed}

Trippy Dreams

I woke up suddenly in a cold sweat. I sit up. No nightmares come to mind. Why did I wake up? I look around my room. I see what caused me to wake. In the corner, two strikingly blue eyes stare at me.

A voice calls from the body in the corner. "Go to sleep."  it whispers.

I go about the next day pondering this strange...dream, I guess? My teachers even fuss me for daydreaming. I'm only just getting home when I go to sleep. I woke up again maybe an hour later. A pink sun peeks the curtains. I know it's here. It moved. He moved. I know is a boy now. His features at least resemble one. A grin that would give you shivers now is now paired with the eyes at the end of my bed.

He smiles. "Go to sleep, don't worry. I won't hurt you."

I go back to sleep a bit slower this time, worried that it's not a dream. I wake up again. It's dark now. My parents should have woke me up for dinner by now. I look for him. He now sits criss-cross at the end of my bed. I know that this is not a dream anymore. It's gone too far for a dream. I can see him clearer now. His face is pale, like a vampire's, and I notice that the grin I saw is carved into his face. He has longish black hair half covered by a bloodstained white jacket.

"What do you want?" I ask.
"I was supposed to kill you the first night, but after you fell asleep, you talked. You said 'I want to know.' It made made me curious. I wanted to know more," he says.
"Kill me!?" I exclaim.
"Yeah, it's kinda what I do. It's in the name, Jeff the Killer," he gives a laugh. "So, do me a favor and go to sleep."

I go to sleep wondering if I did drugs before I went to bed. The rest of the night peacefully passes. I wake up the next day and look everywhere for him. He is no where. I walk to my desk to grab my book. A note sits there.

"Meet me in the park at midnight. "
                                     -Jeff

I would meet this mysterious teen that claimed to be a murderer. I had to know, was he actually real?