Smiley The Killer (Series Discontinued)

Saturday

I flop on my couch, the smell of potatoes frying makes my mouth water.
My father looked at me, "How was school?"
"You'll probably figure out when mom gets home."
He pauses, "Bad?"
"Very."
Like clockwork, the door opens and mom walks in, she looks at me suspiciously, "Katie, I just got back from the crime scene where your teacher was murded."
My dad starts coughing, "What?!"
"Yes, Ms. Amanda Thomas was brutally murdered at Forest Youth Camp."
My dad's eyes widen, "Are you serious?"
My mom nodded, "Were you there when it happened?"
I nodded, "Mom, he was immortaly fast. How could I stop him?"
"I didn't say that you had to stop h-."
"Yeah, but you thought it."
She scowls, "Go to your room, don't come out till dinner time."
I get up and walk to my room.

The next day was Saturday.
I opened my eyes, still curious of this Jeff the Killer. After about a minute, I get to my feet and walk to my closet. I pull out a pair of black and white striped skinny jeans and a white Halestorm tanktop, then walked into the bathroom.
I turned on the water to take a shower then slipped out of my clothes and get in.
Once finished with my shower, I get out and put on the outfit I selected. After getting dressed, I dry my hair and brush it, then brush my teeth. I apply makeup to myself: only applying mascara, foundarion, and eyeliner.
I exit the bathroom and walk downstairs, then sit on the couch and turn on the T.V.
On the news, was the murder of Ms. Thomas.
"That was fun," a firmiliar voice said behind me.
I turn around and find Jeff the Killer, smiling at me. I freeze, "W-what are you doing here?"
"Thought I'd come say hi," I hear beside me. I look over and he is sitting by me.
I shiver and scoot back.
"Oh, Katie. You're such wussy."
"P-please, just stay away from me."
He frowns, though it went unoticed due to the smile carved into his face, and tilts his head, "What's wrong, Precious?"
A tear rolls unexpectedly down my cheek. He uses a thumb and wipes it away, I flinch at the touch, then got to my feet and walked to the kitchen, then grabbed a knife, "I got in trouble last night... defending you,"
He smiles, "Than-"
"That is bad... I defended you, you... murdered my teacher."
He smiles at the memory, "I know. It was fun too."
I walk a bit closer to him, "Get out of my house, now."
He frowns, "Why? I thought we were having fun."
"Well, you thought wrong, just get your phycotic self out of my house."
I blink, and he is gone. My breathing struggles to steady out and my hands slow their shaking.
The phantom of his thumb still lingered helplessly on my cheek. I brushed my cheek to try to rid me of the feeling, but it stayed put.
I walked upstairs and pull on my hoodie and slip the knife in the pocket, then slip on my shoes. I grab my money off my nightstand. I turn the T.V off and grab my skateboard, then walk outsided and hop on the board.
I glide off down the sidewalk towards my favorite diner, Huddle House. My Aunt Dawn works there, so I can talk to someone that's not a murderer, and I can get everything off my chest. Me and my Aunt are close, I can tell her anything.
When Huddle House is visible, I start pushing harder. When I end up in the parking lot, I skid to a stop and run inside. The bell rings.
My mouth waters at the smell of biscuits, bacon, and hash grounds. My Aunt looks up at me from wiping off a table.
Her expression is worry-filled. She must have read my expression. She waves me to the table she's cleaning and I sit down. She sits across from me.
"Hey, Katie, what's wrong?"
"Did you see on the news last night how Amanda Thomas was murdered last night?"
"Yeah, wasn't that your teacher?"
"Yeah. Well, we were on a field trip when it happened, when I walked off the bus, someone pulled me into the woods.
"He placed a knife to my throat, and he-he... his face. He had a smile carved into his face-"
"Jeff the Killer, isn't it?" My Aunt asks.
"Yeah... he said th-that I smelled good, then said he didn't want to kill me, and he let me go, but told me he'd be watching.
"I walked out of the woods and Ms.Thomas yelled at me. I told her I was dragged into the woods. She asked who would possibly drag me into the woods. Jeff the Killer pops out behind her and puts his knife to her throat and says, and I quote, "I could. Ya know, I don't like the way your yelling at the pretty lady," then he slits her throat.
"Now he's following me, Aunt Dawn. I don't know what to do."
She inhales sharply then pulls out her phone and types something on Google.
After a minute or two, she handed me her phone.
A picture of Jeff was on the screen
"This him?"
"Yeah. His face it's... scary."
"Yes... you need to be careful... are you hungry?"
I sigh in relife when she changes the subject, "Very."
She seems to be relieved as well, that I accepted the change in subject, "What do you want to drink."
"Water."
She nods and walks off. I set my head on the table.
"I see im famous."
I flinch and look up, Jeff sitting across from me.
"I told you to go away," I whispered.
"Yeah, and I didn't listen. Ya' know. You shouldn't get sassy with a phycotic killer. I could easily murder you. I mean, my name is Jeff the killer."
I blink and he smiles, "Your barricades are so thin."
"What?"
"You're easy to get through to. One thing I say can make you crumble into peices."
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am."
My Aunt walks over, sets my drink on the table, and freezes.
"Hey there, miss," Jeff says, "What say you leave?"
"No. Aunt Dawn, your fine."
"Oh... my apologies, I didn't notice you were related to Katie."
"You need to leave," Aunt Dawn says.
"Why?"Jeff says, "I haven't done anything wrong."
"No, but you're a murderer, and we don't allow phycopaths into the resturant," Aunt Dawn says.
"Mmh, burn. You are one bitter sunuva gun, aren't ya'?"
"Yes I am, now get out, before I call the cops."
"May e you shouldn't have left your poor, innocent neice here all alone. If you wouldn't have left, I wouldn't be here."
"Get out!"
He raises his hands in surrender, "Fine, have it your way."
He gets up and leaves, bumping my Aunt in the shoulder and calling her a nasty word while doing so.