I snuck out at mid night and met Jeff at the alleyway by my house and 7/11© . He had a Knife and a bag. I had a gun and a sledgehammer, I obviously knew he can't be killed l, but I could sure as hell scare him. We both got into our fighting stance and I ran toward him with my sledgehammer held back.
I hit his stomach and lodged the hammer inside of him until his internal organs were bleeding. He looked up and laughed.
"You foul, that doesn't even hurt!" he stepped back with his organs spilling out of his chest.
I almost puked, i wanted to forfeit, but if I did he would kill me and turn me into what I called "stitches".
"I forfeit" I forfeit. I started crying, I would miss my mother and all my friends.
Jeff grabbed the bag, knocked me out, and I knew it was over. My whole life was amazing and its being taken away from. I had so much more to know. So much more to see. So much more to do and now I can't because a psychopath with a Chelsea smile, bloody hoodie, and blood shot eyes with small black pupils; is going to murder me, slaughter me. He's gonna turn me into a demonic doll!
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(End of Clementine'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!
