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The Power Of truth

I woke up and changed the bandage on my arm. It stung like hell. I couldn't stop thinking about Jeff and how he kissed me. It was so awkward but so amazing. I couldn't help but notice that he smelled of smoke. Not like tobacco smoke but smoke when you burn your hair on a hair straightener type of burnt. I woke up for school. I pulled on the most decent sweater I could find, Skinny jeans, and Converse. Can't go anywhere without the proper attire! I walked out the door and onto the sidewalk. That's when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
 "Hey." Said Jeff.
"Oh shit!" I said almost punching him in the face, he quickly dodged it and grabbed it before it could hit anyone else. He has fast reflexes. "Gah! Don't scare me!"
"Haha. Sorry." He chuckled. Somethinng about his laugh was off almost insane. "About yesterday.. I'm sorry if I freaked you out of something." He said.
"Oh, no It's okay."
"I just- Uh.. Yeah" He said scratching the back of his neck.
"It's okay." I reassured him.
"Anyways.... I was wondering.. For the Halloween project in Mrs. Darnells class.. Would you like to be my partner?" He asked. "You're sorta the only one I talk to."
"Sure. We can meet up at my house after school to work on it." I said. His smile widened across his face and I could see something sad and terrifying hidden among those dark irises.
"Great." He reached behind him to grab his bag when I saw something stained on his hoodie.
"I that blood?" I asked.
"Oh uh.. Yeah... I scratched myself on the uh- Way here." He said hesitantly. I nodded continuing to walk to that wretched school.
When we got to school the whole day was a drag. Same people, same remarks, same assholes. Same, Same, Same. I just couldn't wait to get home and finish the project with Jeff. I kept doodlinh in my journal and thinking. I can't believe I actually had a friend now. Before my sister I actually had friends and I was social. But after the death, I just started shutting people out. Everyone made cruel jokes about how my sister was a zombie and we play together in the cemetary and that i hide her in my closet. People make up the most stupidest things.
When we got to my house we both sat on the couch I found all of my moms books of myths and spells and unexplained sightings.

"Wow you sure like this stuff don't you?"
"You don't know the half of it." I told him
"What do you mean?" He said. I hesitated for a second. Oh God now you've done it. I guess I could trust him. He's my friend.
"You want to see something weird?" I asked him.
"Uh-Sure." He said very unsure.
I got one of the books he was holding. I waved my hand over and it flipped open.
"How the-"
"Just wait." I waved my hand again and it floated in mid-air.
"So you're some kind of witch?"
"I don't know what i am. All I know is that I could do this since  I was born. It only runs on  my moms side of the family, So my dad doesn't really know about it.
He sat there in amazement. "So do you have like a wand or something?"

"No I have stuff like a Ouija board and looking glasses. I also have a secret teller."
"Secret Teller?"
"Its a necklace you wear. It has a bottle full of red ink in it. If it turns black you have a secret."
"Can I try it?" He said.
"Sure." I opened a drawer on the lamp stand and pulled it out. I placed it around his neck. It immediately turned black.
"It's never worked this fast before. You have a huge secret."
"Oh......Yeah...."
"You can tell me anything. I won't tell anyone" I said
"It's complicated"
"Jeff. I just told you I was a witch.. you can tell me anything."
"it's difficult to say but you know that girl that was murdered?" He said. 
"Yah?"
"That was... Uh- Me."
"Wait what! So that was you?" I was kind of uneasy but als very interested.
"Yah... And that kid Danny that was murdered a few weeks ago, That was me too."
"Wow, So... You killed them?"
"Yep. But uh, There's more." He said. "Well, I'm uh- Jeff the Killer."
"I don't believe it!"
I'm not kidding." He said seriously.
"Prove it." I said crossing my arms.
"Did you wonder why Mrs. Krager wasn't at school?"
"HOLY SHIT! You really are him! But it doesn't make sense! Your face is not sliced up, burned up and bleached."
"Wait a second." He said. His face started to turn pale, his eyelids disappeared and his hair turned darker... and his smile stretched from ear to ear.  My mouth hung open as he turned back to normal form.
"Oh. My. God. So you really are... Him?"  I said. He nodded his head. "Oh. My. God. So are slendy and all the other pastas real?"
"Yes" He said a bit annoyed. "But you can't tell anyone about this"
"I keep your secret and you keep mine" I said. He nodded closing the deal. "Well then, I'm glad we got things off of our chests." I said.
"Well... I have to go." He said getting up from the couch. "See you tomorrow."
"See ya."