Go To Sleep : Jeff The Killer

Eternal Life

Panting, you stopped for a breath as you inhaled and exhaled deeply, your chest lifting up and down. You shakily held the axe with one hand and continued walking into the forest, avoiding anything at all costs because you began to feel the hunger pains again. Your head thumped as you found the stream ahead, unsteadily tracing your steps, and then you knelt. You put your axe down to the right side of yourself as you cupped your hands and scooped up some cold water. You raised your hands to your face as you dropped your chin a little to drink the water, and down went a sip and coughed. It tasted the worst, dirt particles floating and lingering in your mouth, almost making the urge to vomit. There was a lull between you and the water, hesitating to take another drink. You shook your head and lifted your hands as you drank everything from your hands and winced in disgust. You then accumulated your axe back into your right hand and stood up, now searching for any available food sources. Searching felt like centuries since it was a struggle to keep your balance and stay on your feet to focus. 

After about a half hour of searching around, your feelings heightened as you felt a tingling sensation in your legs. You glanced down at them. Nothing was there, so you thought the sensation was from the hours of running around non-stop and barely any sleep. It was four o'clock in the morning, you felt a little sprinkle of rain forming. You felt like you needed a good rest, and you could fall asleep right then and there, but inside knew you couldn't stop. You knew you were not safe with Jeff being in the woods with you. What if he encountered you again? You knew it probably wasn't going to be the last time either. Come to your senses and logic, the knife had Jeff's name and it was in the cabin...Jeff's cabin in the woods. It was not bearable to comfortably think about, getting goosebumps from the thought itself.  

You coughed as you began to shiver, and the rain came down heavier now. You could hear the pitter-pattering from the drops around you. The moonlight became dimmer, as it had been covered from the clouds and you knew the sunrise would be arriving in about a few hours or so. You glanced back at the axe you held in disbelief that you survived his attacks from earlier. How did you even? 'How?' you thought, 'I feel so weak...' You shook your head as the thoughts left your mind. Carrying through the woods you found a small cluster of brown shrooms as you picked some off of the bunch, brushed the dirt off of them, and ate a few. It wasn't the type of food to cure hunger but it worked. You sighed as you continued deeper and deeper, lost in your thoughts as you walked. The one thought that couldn't leave your mind, was the witnessed death of your best friend. You could remember the blood stains on her face as his knife punctured her chest, and finding a few bits and pieces of her intestines just laying outwards, her face left in shock as she was murdered, certainly not finding her peace in the world. She'd been stabbed at least twenty to thirty times by Jeff himself. The thought made you tighten your grip on the axe, and now angered, you lifted the axe and hit a tree truck as it clunked through the stump. "Ugh! Damn you!" you growled loudly, breathing heavily. You screamed from the top of your lungs and then pulled yourself together. Grabbing your axe, you studied the sharpened blade. It was covered in Jeff's darkened red dried-up blood but it was fading from the raindrops. You smiled as you thought 'That bitch is going to die.' 

You huffed as you hurried your way, taking larger steps forward as you studied the forest. But then you stopped in your tracks as you witnessed a piece of white paper hanging loosely from one of the broken tree branches. Curious, you reached and grabbed the paper and then read it. On the paper it said 'Lost' and it showed a little girl, 'Five-years-old Marissah missing since July. Witnesses say she was playing with a ball in the backyard and then went missing with no explanation.' You frowned 'Marissah?' Your heart dropped hard as you stood in confusion and shock. You remember...

[Memory....]

You were young, running around freely in the fields and having fun as the blinding sunlight kissed your rosy cheeks. The yellow daisy dress of yours flowing in the winds. Marissah was laughing as you looked at her, making you laugh as well. You passed the blue inflated ball to her as she caught it, and then passed it back to you. Trying to catch it, you missed it this time but then decided to run after it. The ball kept rolling forward, and then you halted when it went into the nearby woods. Mother told you never to step foot into them but you had the urge to make Marissah happy. Nevertheless, you pranced quickly into the woods and chased after the ball. As you were running, you bumped into something and fell to your end as you winced for a second in pain. You glanced up slowly, noticing black dress shoes, something standing tall, slender legs, lengthy arms, and pointed fingers, and it had a white face, but no facial features at all...completely faceless. You were shocked as the figure began to step closer, but you only stumbled backward, then turning your body away from him and out of the woods you ran. 

Marissah noticed your expression with a worried look, "What's wrong (y/n)?"

You realized her tone and said to comfort her, "Nothing. I just lost the ball. Maybe we should play a different game. Come on." You started walking.

"Okay!" she said happily as she followed. You took her hand and continued walking towards the house, turning your head to the woods as it had become more distant.

[End of memory...]

Your eyes became watery as you studied the script in pain and misery. She was gone and there was nothing you could do about it. Your heart began to race as you sloped hopelessly against one of the trees, slowly falling to the ground as you sat there in your thoughts with the paper still in your hands. You closed your eyes as you felt the frigid raindrops slide down your cheeks and forehead. Dazed, you felt yourself deteriorating from the world and nodded off for a moment, but the jolt of your head woke you up in surprise. You opened your eyes gently as you gasped in fear.

There he was, Jeff, and he was standing twelve feet away with the knife held to his side as it was dripping blood off its blade. He was in a trance, standing motionlessly but was mouthing random words from his scarred mouth. You watched closely, squinting your eyes to try and study his words but then the words had gotten louder. "...Yoou....Ha...Yooou will diiiiie!!..." He laughed frantically as it got crazier, his laughter becoming wild, he crouched down, "Ha...haha...HAHAHA!" His eyes showed an enraged color, almost a holographic white color. After laughing, he stood straight, "When I get my hands on you...I'll smash your little head and watch it explode like fireworks!" he taunted, suddenly throwing his arms into the air as if in a chant. "Ooooh, yes what a show!!!...HAHAHA..." He didn't seem like he was focused on you though, which seemed odd. He was staring in a trance and stood, dark crevasses engraved around his eyeballs and torn eyelids, his head twitched a bit and made a short snapping noise, and then he shifted his whole body to the left and started walking away. The beat in your heart sounded like drums, rhythmic, as you watched him fade away into the woods.

As your heart relaxed, you began to feel sleepier and tried fighting it off. Every second you found yourself nodding off and waking yourself up again, still gripping the axe in your lap.

The cycle never ended.

There you were, finally asleep...