The Scars Within

Chapter 2

My heart skipped a beat. My eyes widen. I was in fear. I remember this man, he was in my dreams.
Saw a man an white hoodie and black hair. All I could see is a carved smile within his cheeks.
A few seconds pass, I notice he was just staring at me behind a tree. He was smiling. Well of course he was? Look at his cheeks. I standed there until I slowly back away, trying to escape my fear. I notice he was getting closer slowly. We were still looking at each other. His eyes looked unblinkable.
I bumped into a tree and turned around, I saw my house well my backyard like 3 minutes away. So I run as fast I could trying not to trip. Well I did anyway I dropped my bag and picked up the papers that fell out. I was still kneeling and notice the man was gone. I got up and just ran out of the forest. My fear was gone and I slowly went up the slump hill to my back door. I ran up stairs and quickly went on my computer and went to Google.

Searched- A boy with a carved smile

I clicked enter.
Tons of things came up, so I went to images and saw some disturbing pictures.
Photoshop. I notice he was something creepypasta, he's name is jeff, Jeff the killer.
Wai- wait- creepypasta aren't real, so it must been a person fooling around, like I saw some people on here cosplay as him.

Scarlett don't think it's real. God some jackasses are just so rude, playing around.

After that, I went on YouTube to look up.
- Jeff the killer Story
I saw one that was about this guy telling his story, and then at the end of the video an man was doing a fake voice of jeff. It was funny because I thought the voice was pretty sexy.

I looked at the time it was 4:30 how long was I on the web. I turn off my computer and look for my hoodie and my 20 bucks.
I got my hoodie on and walked down stair, I'm fluffi'n hungry, so I'm gonna get some food. I open the front door. I started walking down town. Gotta get some Chicken!

I was walking back home, my food gotta get cold but I will live. I walked pasted the woods and remember that guy.
Scarlett he not real, remember that guy is a creepy story character- Not real.

I walked back in my house. I noticed my mom wasn't home yet. Whatever. She lefted me an note that she is at work for over-time. I got my chicken out of the bag and open it. Still an little warm, I put it in the microwave. I looked in the frige to find some monster, I took out my chicken and put both on the counter.
Thump!
What the fuck was that? Was that from upstairs?
BANG!
I slowly walked up the stairs and I stopped when I reached my bedroom door I heard voices. Well you could say a voice. It was a very raspy, and smooth voice.

"Fuck!"

I pushed my door open quickly, making the person jump. It was a guy in a white hoodie. He had my bag and tons of my stuff was out if it. He looked at me. I was full of fear, his eyes not eyelids and a big smile.
We stared at each other until I grabbed a pen out of my hoodie pocket and thought it at him. Trying to hit his eyes it just hit him in the chest. He was quiet until he started laughing, he dropped my bag and started walking to me, "Your cute" he said as he grabbed his knife out. My eyes widened. This gotta be a sick joke, his not real.
He came close to me and shut the door behind me. He put his tip of his knife on the bottom of my chin making me make my head up. I was thinking what to do? The knife was going down to my neck.
I panicked and kicked him in the stomach he groaned, dropped his knife on the ground and hold his stomach in pain.

I grabbed his knife and throw it to my bed. He groaned in pain as he got up.
"Who are you, and why are you fucking around with me?", the man got up I panicked in reposed and back away. "I'm Jeff, Jeffery is my real name" he looked around like nothing was wrong but really there was something wrong, he was standing in my room.
"Jeff- Jeff the killer" I mumbled, he smiled "Yes, how did you know? Was me trying to kill you that let that out." He grabbed a other knife but it was small. What the fuck how many knifes does he have?
"Your not fucking real this is just a dream, even if you do kill me I don't really care..-" he smiled with his sick smile "No last words, no begging.." he put his knife back into his back pocket. "Well I thought this was going to be fun" he standed there. I was still shocked, is this a dream? He can't be real, he a fucking scary story, NOT REAL.
"Well I just come here to return your drawin-picture, thingy" he said as he had the paper in his hand wobbling it in the air. I saw it was my drawing of the tall trees and the tall man, it was a a memory of when I was 7 and lost in the woods. He had no face but I think he did but it's a fuzzy memory.
My fear slowly went down. I walked slowly to him and I grabbed the drawing and folding it and making it go in my hoodie.
Then I looked up at him and stared as he did the same. I slowly put my hand on his craved smile. He is real. This is not makeup, it's not a dream. He is real.
I saw him blush as I felt this smile. I backed away and sat on my bed and looking down at my floor.
"So your real?" I asked, he laughed and said "You see me right? You stared at me for like 15 minutes" he finally sat on the floor. I just looked at him, not really scared as I was ; but I still had that chill that he come and get me.

"I know I'm fabulous but your kinda of scaring me, I'm not going to hurt you" he smiled and I grabbed his knife on my bed, I throw it at him, realized it deeply stab him in the arm, he groaned and he yelled "What the fuck was that for!?" I cover my hands on my mouth. It was in they deep. I whispered "I'm sorry, I dont-" I stopped and was disgusted by him pulling the knife out of his arm. I slowly got up and walked to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit.

I pointed my finger to my bed to tell him to sit on my bed. I sat the first aid kit down,
"Can you take off your hoodie" I mumbled as he slowly took off his hoodie off. Thank god he had a black shirt under. The cut was deep, god learned my lesson with knifes; never throw an knife at some one.

"Im sorry, but this is going to hurt" I said as I put some rubbing alcohol on his wound, he grunted and hissed in pain. It was such a small cut for alot of blood.
" The man you drew in the picture, the tall man. I know him" I heard him said as I put a big band-aid on his cut.
"Oh, really?" I said as I put the first aid kit under my bed, "The man that's in the picture is a man I saw when I was a kid, he saved me, I guess you can say?"

He raised a eyebrow "he saved you" he mumbled. I opened the window letting the cold breeze come in, "My memory is fuzzy but all I could remember his suit and his tall, thin body but not his face" I put my hoodie off, his eyes follow me as I walked around my room. "The tall man is named Slenderman, and he has no face" he said as I looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "He is like me,he kills, that's why I'm confused why you are still alive?" I got a shiver down my spine when he said that. He asked "How old were you at the time?" He put back on his hoodie and I sat in my desk chair. " I was 7, and that was like 10 years ago?" He got up, walked to me, and I'd looked up at his face "Well your special, he wouldn't kill you and now I won't kill you" he smiled but I didn't know if was sick or a little I want you to suffer smile.

"Thanks for helping me out, you draw really good, so keep it up" he jumped out he window and I ran to my window and looked down, he wasn't there.
I walked back to my bed, and sat there thinking what happen. I remember I had food downstairs, I got up and ran down stairs.
Fuck....it's cold