It was the day before valentines and my boyfriend just broke up with me.I plopped down onto the bed thinking of our fight. And before I knew it I started to fall asleep. I was half way asleep when I heard the door creaking; thinking it was my mother I went limp
and closed my eyes, pretending to sleep.
I held still waiting for the door to close,
for my mom to exit the room.
Eventually the door closed but I still felt like something was in my room. Then I felt something sit on my bed,
"Mom?"
The weight shifted.
"Mom?!"
I looked up to face not my mother but a face all to familiar. I sat up trying to get a better look at the face when I noticed that it was Jeff the killer.
Wait what?!
No.
No.
He did not exist he was a story written
by an idiot teenager. I thought it was just a dream so I pinched myself
Ouch!!
It was real he was here sitting right in front of me.
"Shhh"
He covered my mouth to keep me from screaming.
As we fell into a deep stare and he pushed me against the bed forcefully,
his rough hands leaving impressions
on my stomach and neck.
He just smiled.
"Go To Sleep."
