Wake up (A Jeff The Killer Love Story)

Prologue

"It's been 4 years since local 13 year old Jeffery Woods brutally murdered his parents on the night of October 13, 1995." the news reporter on the tv stated.

The woman turned to look at her tv while lighting a cigarette and pouring herself a cup of orange juice.

"It was confirmed that the 17 year old notorious serial killer escaped from the Arzhad Mental Institution in New York City where Woods was held for the last 4 years. Police and local Arzhad workers are on the desperate search for this.."

"Look honey, that lil' boy from '95 got out of that mental ward," the lady yelled to her husband who was in the shower.

"So what?" He yelled back at her

She stared at the TV and took the ciggarette out of her mouth as they described Jeff's appearance. "Well dontcha' think it's sum' to be concerned about?"

"He's all the way in the NYC, ain't no reason for him to comere for, besides that's sum' little kid, he ain nun to worry abt,"

She continued to stare at the tv before looking at the clock. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

She washed her cup, lit out the cig and turned off the tv before walking back to the bedroom. Her husband was humming very loudly in the shower. Suddenly the door opened very slowly and the lights in the bathroom went out.

"What in tarnation'?"

He got out of the shower and looked for his towel with his hands. He looked around around until his hand finally reached something.

The lady was moving around in bed as she struggled to get comfortable. Suddenly she felt someone lay down onto the bed.

"Was bout' time Kenny you've been in that shower for an hour now you prolly' all pruned up. Come here honey," she said turning around to hug what she thought was her husband.

The lady let out a violent scream as she saw a boy laying next to her with long black hair and a partially burned face with a smile that was truly unruly to see. He stared at her with the knife in his hand covered in her husbands blood.

She got up and ran to the kitchen and picked up her whisky bottle. "GET AWAY FROM ME YOU DAMN FREAK" she exclaimed as she saw his shadow get closer and closer to him.

He started to get faster and faster and she ran right to the bathroom, turned on the lights to see her husbands mangled corpse on the floor. "NO KENNY, YOU SICK FUCKING BASTARD" She said breaking down into tears.

She got out of the bathroom but there he was, she backed into her room with no where else to go as he crept even closer to her. "STAY AWAY, STAY,"

She knocked into her bed as he pulled up in front of her face, put his mouth over her mouth and knocked the bottle out of her hand. As she screamed and screamed for air he slowly opened his widely cut open mouth as he told her

"Go. To. Sleep."

To Be Continued.