Demented Creation {Jeff The Killer}

[Chapter Three]

-Jeff

I approach a cabin that has been conveniently built on the side line of the forest, the lights on and my chelsea grin widens. I whipe my knife clean by using my white, now blood stained hoodie, smearing the blood on it. I look at my reflection through my silver, somewhat clean knife before sliding it into my hoodie pocket.

I walk around the house to the back, finding a window and I climb up to it. The window unlocked, I easily slide it up and silently crawl inside.

Dumbasses.

I let out a nearly silent, yet deep chuckle before I hear someone walk up the stairs, me quickly hiding in their closet and closing the door. I wait silently, wanting the element of surprise on my side as the person rummages through stuff on their bed. I peek through the spaces between the wooden sticks, the door of the closet almost looking like a window blind but thicker. I analyze the person up and down, them appearing to be a girl.

Her completely distracted by what ever is on her bed, I silently get out of the closet. I sneak over to the door, closing and locking it. The girls eyes quickly jolt towards the door and her eyes widen. She has long, red hair and is petite, but she's still somewhat taller than me.

She backs away from me until her back hits the wall, me starting to chuckle deeply.

"W-Who are you?" She chokes out, pure fear in her voice as I move closer to her.

"Oh honey, are you sure you want to know?" I pull out my knife and hold it up, pretending to stab her and she jumps badly when I stab the wall right next to her neck, it cutting her shoulder slightly due to her jumping. I immediately start laughing evilly.
"You really think I was going to let you off that fucking easy?" I chuckle, the tone of my voice identical to a mad man.

She shakes her head quickly, obviously trying to be on my good side.
"N-No." Her voice trembles as she speaks.

"Do you like horror movies?"

"Huh..?"

"Do. You. Like. Fucking. Horror. Movies." I growl.

"Y-Yes." She shakes more.

"Good." I laugh ominously.
"What if I create a murder scene out of you?" My eyes peer up at the women and her eyes widen.

She starts to beg for her life and I put my pointer finger across her lips.
"Go. To. Sleep." I growl, pulling the knife out of the wall and I carve a smile in her face. She screams and cries in pain, me punching her in the gut so she looses her breath.

I push her down to the ground and start to cut her limbs off, slowly. A puddle of blood forms quickly as blood gushes from her wounds and she dies from pure fear before I finish and I pout, chopping her head off.

I start to make a scenery, assuming she's home alone. I set her head on the bottom railing of her bed, it right by the door ready to greet her parents or anyone else that lives here. I grab her torso and put it in the closet, propping her legs against the door knobs of the closet and her arms against the bed. I keep the puddle of blood over where she died.

I take a step back and admire the scenery, it not my best work but it'll have to do. I hear a car drive into the driveway and I quickly climb out of the window and hide in a bush, wanting to hear their screams.