Author's Note:
Hi! I realized I haven't been updating this story as much, so I apologize to those select few who have actually been reading my experimental work haha. I've been so busy with college and life that it just flew past me. But I will try my best to continue this work, I have a LOT of plans for this story!
-Alyssa
Back to Katherine's POV:
Apparently, it's been about 5 hours since anybody has last seen Jeff. Jack told me to stay inside while some of them leave to search for him. About an hour has passed since they left. I feel a bit nervous but I don't know why. I mean it's not like he's in any danger...right? Im sure he can take care of himself.
My mind drifts on to the story that Jack told me. I can't imagine how much it'd hurt if my mom talked to me the way Jeff's mom did......MY MOM. I can't believe I forgot about her again. Maybe there's like a phone somewhere?..I stop walking. What would I even tell her? 'Hi I was kidnapped by a serial killer but Im actually fine!' That doesn't sound right. I start to focus on my thoughts. How would I see her again? I mean would they even let me go? Do I even want to go back?
All this time Ive spent here, my mom's probably been worried. I should at least tell her that Im okay even if I can't go back. I get up from the chair I was sitting on and go upstairs towards Jeff's room. Im sure my stuff is there, my phone, my bag, I didn't have much when I was taken. I open the door and turn on the light switch. Looking around, I gather my new surroundings. I don't think I've really paid much attention to his room before. Every time I've been in here, it was to sleep and the lights were already off, besides I try to sleep as little as possible here. I do NOT want to share a bed with..Jeff. Blood rushes to my cheeks as I start to relish the thought.
The room is painted in french navy blue, the walls are lined with white frame borders, and the ground beneath my feet is a dark lacquered wood. He has up a couple posters on the walls. Some are grunge band posters, and some are pictures of playboy models (I expect nothing less from him quite honestly). He has a single queen sized bed leaned against the left side wall. Right by the bed is a small wooden nightstand which is being used to hold a stack of CDs. On the right is an appropriate walk-in closet, which contains only a couple of outfits, a shoe rack, and a portable CD stereo.
Im not seeing my bag anywhere. Maybe its under the bed? I lower my knees to meet with the ground and crawl under the bed frame. I can make out what looks like a box. I reach my arm to drag it towards me. Inside the box are a couple of pictures and letters. One picture in particular catches my eye. It's a bit blurry, and looks old. I hold up the image to the light and squint my eyes. The picture shows two boys. One is tall and lean with brownish hair, the other is short and stout with black hair. The taller boy appears to be leaning his arm against the head of the small child. The black haired boy looks like Jeff! I think to myself. I carefully hover my hand over the rest of the box's contents. Just more letters, and newspaper.
My fingers meet yet another paper and on instinct I pull it from the box. The small paper turns out to be a faded photograph.
I squint my eyes and bring it to the light to figure out what's in it.
'...what the fuck?' I whisper.
In the photo is a young girl, wearing a full-body watermelon swimsuit. She must be at the beach, there's sand on the floor, and her head is turned towards the waves. Even though I can't see her face, I know the girl in the picture is myself.
With shaky hands, I put the picture and box back under the bed and make my way back down to the living room.
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A Gruesome Romance (A Jeff The Killer love story)
Misterio / Suspenso"NO STOP!" I yelled as I tried to brake free of the ropes that bounded me. "It'll be alright" he manages to say through gasps and yelps. I tried to wriggle out of the ropes, just then I remembered that the knife Jack gave was in my pocket. Disclaime...
