Jeff the Killer Fanfiction - My Secret

2 - Discoveries

I spun around, purely terrified, to see an older boy with a bloody knife in his hands. He wore a blood stained white hoodie. His hair was long, spiky and black, and his skin was ghost white. His mouth had two slits starting from the corner of his mouth to his cheeks, curved upward into a smile.

It was Jeff the Killer. The real deal. Not some fake.

I gasped, my eyes opened as wide as my body would physically allow me to. "Y- y- your... Jeff.... The......" my sentenced trailed off. The newspaper. He is real.

I took a step back, and tripped over the dead lady's legs and landed with a thump on the hard ground.

"It would appear that I am, yes! But it's okay, you won't be alive to tell any one soon!" Jeff said, his voice sounded like a maniac, he took a few steps forward, closing in on me like a predator and it's prey, and he raised his knife.

"Wait!" I yelled, trying to stall my death. "Before you kill me, may I say a few things?"

"Huh? What are you talking about? Eeh, sure, why not, I'll grant you this as your final wish. But make it quick." He said, uninterested.

That worked?! Great! I thought, gathering my words quickly in my mind.

"First, umm... I want to say that I'm surprised that you are real. Second, does this make the others real? Third, if you're anything like the stories say, you are be far my favorite serial killer." Wow. Saying that all out loud made me sound like a fan girl. Ooh well, I'm going to die anyways!

"Yes the others are real too. And what?!" He responded, his face contorting to an expression of confusion.

All the CreepyPastas are real?! No way!

"Really? And what do you mean, what?" I asked, innocently. Great! I'm stalling my death! There's really no point... But I still feel the need to.

"You... I'm, I'm your favorite?" He asked, slowly lowering his weapon. He looked at me like I was the one who was crazy.

I was terrified, but I still managed to fake a smile, and honestly half of it wasn't even faked. "Well, yeah! Who is there that's cooler than you?" Maybe if I continue doing what I'm doing, he'll leave me alone!

"Uum, What?! You know what? I'm just going to kill you!" He said, his grin spreading wider.

"Wait! Don't! I - I - I love you!" I said, the only thing I could think of on the spot.

He stopped short, his knife only inches away from my face. "What?!" He said, his face showing his confusion better than his tone could. He didn't give me a chance to respond; he ran off into the woods, disappearing from sight.

What was all that about?! Jeff is real. Slenderman is real. Ben is real. Toby is real. ALL OF THEM ARE REAL!! I think I've lost it. I've lost my mind.

Wait. He didn't kill me! I'm alive! Will he come back for me? Is he going to finish me off later?!

I let out a sigh of relief. I'm alive. For now! What was with his reaction?

I got up slowly and stumbled home, contemplating today's events. I didn't even care anymore about the creeks and bangs. Before I realized it, I was standing at my front porch. Wow, I got home quick. I wonder how my mom is? I cannot tell her about what just happened!

I opened the door and stepped inside. "Mom! I'm home!" I yelled, faking a happy attitude. I closed the door behind me and took of my shoes.

"Mom?" I said slowly... Is she not home? She must not be...

I ran up the stairs to my room on the second story, and opened the door. I looked around the room, nothing was out of order. I changed into more comfortable clothes, and pulled out my homework from my school bag.

I felt like someone was watching me again, and it began to freak me out. Is it Jeff? I'm working myself up, so I decided to just brush it off.

I forgot my pencils at school. Oh well, no problem! I think there's one in my mom's office.

I went across the the hall - to the office - and opened the door.

I screamed, racing to the dead body.

"MOM! NO!!!!!" My mom laid dead on the floor, cuts all over her torso. One of our kitchen knifes was stuck in her stomach, it was also stabbed through a slip of paper.

I slowly pulled out the knife. Tears flooding my eyes. With trembling fingers and blurry vision I read the slip of paper.

It read:

Your family is dead.

You are next.

Go to sleep.

I made a noise that was a mix between screaming, whimpering and crying. I clutched my dead mother's body and began to sob uncontrollably.

"That bastard! Why did he have to kill you! Mom, don't leave me! I love you! Come back!" I sobbed, holding the body closer. My eyes wouldn't stop crying.

A mix of emotions jumbled around inside of me. But it's mostly devastation and rage.

I will get revenge on Jeff. He will pay for what he has done.

Hai! It's the author, to anyone who will read this, thank you so much! Please comment ANY thoughts - good or bad. Sorry for a short chapter, they will get longer, I strive for over 1,500 words. {^u^}

Author again hi- holy fucking shit did I really unironically use 'hai' as a greeting?? I'm so sorry to anyone who has read this far