I woke up and logged onto tumblr©, I found a comment by Clementine and read it to myself.
"Even if you tried, you couldn't catch me! Your a foul to think it's easy to catch girls who know who you are!" I chuckled at her stupidity. Though... she obviously knows who I am, but her comment was too hysterical not to laugh at.
I replied "if your not afriad of me than why don't you fight me! Where do you live we can fight somewhere close to there, possibly... an alleyway?!"
She seems brave enough to say yes to this! I waited a few minutes for a reply, but I didn't get one. I logged off and walked outside to find people to kill and eat!
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(End of Jeff's POV)
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Stitches
Horror[Unfinished] Clementine Clarckson, age 15, is being stalked by a murderer that she has only heard of in a creepypasta... "Jeff The Killer"!! This is a work of fiction!
