Jeff The Killer Love Story-Rewritten-On Hold

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It's not a great childhood, when you find out your mom is doing drugs, or your dad is with other women without your mother knowing. It's also not great when your once happy family falls apart faster than it should. But, that happened to me, and want to know the outcome of all my built up emotions mixed with the constant hateful aura my parents gave off? Death. No, I did not try to kill myself. I killed others. All of my hate led me to brutally murder many people in my town. 

Want to know what else isn't great? When your dad has been missing for a year, but the police find him two days ago. After my families devorce, my dad got drunk and went out for a drive. Mom and I tried to stop him, but he never listened. He went out and drove off the highway, drove down a hill, and was hidden by trees. He had died from impact, but the police never found him. When they did manage to recover his car and remains, all that was left were bones and a car. Idiots.

Now that my mom has cleaned up a bit, she decided we should move out of the city and go somewhere with more...scenery. Like the woods in a very small, quiet, peaceful town. But of course, being myself, I needed a place with some people. A place where I can kill and not be noticed too much. So of course I chose the town called GreyWood. Population 523. It was still a quiet town with all these people, and it had great scenery. The woods were dark and myserious, and there were legends that went around town that also caught my attention. Legends of serial killers with large smiles and tall, faceless people in the woods. Being me, a horror addict, I chose this town for the gruesome history and creepy woods and homes. 

My mom hated the town I picked, but she did say she at least owed me something, so she let me pick the town. My mom said she thinks I'll end up as a serial killer with all these dark things that I obsess over. Sorry mom, you're a bit late. I'm already a psychotic serial killer. My mom doesn't know this of course, she'd send me to prison. 

The home we purchased was, of course, in the woods. The same dark woods that owned the urban legend, Slender Man. So of course I'd choose this place. It was a two story house, big for two people but cheap, and it was the oldest one in the town. Being built in 1940, the paint was chipped and some things were a little worn down. But I wouldn't endanger us, so I made sure it had been reconstructed at one point. It was grey on the outside with black shutters and doors. The inside was mainly wood, wallpaper, and old shit. It was pretty nice for such a town.

The school in this town is obviously going to be pretty dark, too. It's pretty big, and filled with teens and kids. In fact, half of the population of the town is teens, so their are a lot of them. For me, it's both a good and bad thing. Being the socially awkward, creepy girl I am, I will be bullied a lot. That's a bad thing of course. The good thing will be the entertaining deaths of the 'Barbie Girls' and, as I like to call them, 'Ken Dolls'. They all run like little girls, and they arent very bright, it'll make killing fun. 

As for my little 'career', I will most likely get away with my kills. The only time I was arrested was for 'vandalism'. The vandalism was actually a rapists blood all over the walls of a building in an alley way. I hid the body and the police never found him. It's actually quite hilarious how the police never find my victims. I hide them in pretty obvious places, such as dumpsters and open trashcans, but they never find them. I once even gave them hints and they never found anything. Either their lack of intelligence, or I'm one lucky bastard.