I woke up hearing screams from down the stairs, peeking my head out in the hallway. I was just 6 years old then. I went downstairs to see what was going on, until I saw blood splattered on the floor, the couch, on the walls in the living room. And their I saw Jeff laughing insanely, blood on the sides of his mouth, bleeding heavily. Shocked by what was seen, Jeff looked down at me. Smiling at me, like he was glad to see me. My eyes widened.
