Love Me, My Murderer (A Jeff the Killer fanfic)

The Eyes of the Tourtures Soul

We kept staring.

And staring.

And staring.

And staring.

I didn't look away.

He didn't look away.

We just stayed like that for what felt like hours.

Until he walked toward my window.

His pale skin was just as white as the snow. His hair was ragged and black, bit it hung a bit in front of his eyes. His eyes. They were so beautiful, they were silver and had a sad look to them. I don't know why but I wanted to know, just what he was going through.

But none of that compared to his mouth. I released why he looked like he was smiling. He had two long scars at either end of his lips tugging up to a smile. The scars were rough and painful to even look at.

I didn't move. I just looked at him, but soon enough he was close enough that I could touch him, and I wanted to touch him.

He turned around and finally broke the contact and pulled a backpack off his back that I now saw he had. he pulled a notepad and pencil suddenly and began to write.

After a second he lifted his eyes back to mine. Turning the pad around showing me what he had wrote.

'Do you have any paper?'

I slowly nodded my head, and he smiled a sort of menacing smile. Then he began to scribble more words on the page. Once he was done he flipped the page to show me again.

'Can you go get it? so we can talk?'

I nodded my head once more. Feeling kind of excited to talk to this new stranger. But not knowing what came over me. I let the curtain drop back into place, and walked toward my desk and grabbed a notebook and pen. I quickly walked back to the curtain, opening it slowly and seeing if he was still there.

He was.

He smiled again sending a shiver down my spine. Ignoring it I watched as he started to write again.

'How old are you?' He wrote.

I looked down at my notebook and and began to write.

'17, how old are you?'

'18' what's your name?'

'Raven'

'That's cool, I'm Jeff'

With that I became shocked. I had heard the rumors, but I never thought they'd be true. But I still wrote.

'Are you the killer everyone is talking about?'

With next word my heart dropped.

'Yes, are you gonna call the police?'

I looked down at my notebook and stared to write. I looked up and saw him staring intently at me. I slowly lifted up the paper.

'No'

He looked at me a little surprised.

'Do you want to die'

I put the notebook down and just looked at him. he started to write something down and after a minute he lifted it to show me.

'Can I come in?'

I glanced around my room and when I looked back at the place where he was standing he was gone. From then on I knew he was probably in my house.

And I was scared out of my mind.