Insanely Wicked (Jeff the Killer Story)

Chapter 2: Pasta

I felt tingles from my spine, my fingers and down to my toes. My knees start to shake, along with my entire body. I was afraid. I was afraid if I make any sort of movement like turning around, I would die.

I don't want to die.
Not now.
Not yet.

I swallow the lump that formed in my throat and clutched tightly onto the shard of glass I still had in my hand.
My hand stung but it was better than the temptation to turn around and face...that demon.

That killer's face...

I did not see it before as the silhouette of him only revealed his pale face, white hoodie and raven hair. Even with those details, that man, no, that monster is terrifying. And what makes it even more terrifying, is that he is right behind me.

I can feel it.

You know that feeling you get when you know somebody is watching you. When you know where they are. The chill running down your spine and your heart racing so fast, you would think it would burst.

I make no movements as I stood my ground and did nothing.

I hear a questioned hum which came from the killer.

It sounded as if he was confused. No matter what he would do, I know I have to stay still and only take action against him if he tries anything.

Go to sleep

His voice rang in my ears, making my heart race further. I want to run away. I want to get away from this beast. But I know, that would be the worst mistake I would make and most definitely regret it.

I am facing the open window, shards of glass on the floor and the dead man's pool of blood reaching my feet. I would scream but, there is no voice left in me.

The stench of the blood welled up my eyes and inhaling it without coughing made this situation even worse.

My heart pounded harder after every millisecond and I managed to make my brain work up a way to survive other than standing still.

I gave out shallow breaths but abruptly stopped when I felt something poke my back.

Probably someone.

I stood my ground and continue giving out shallow breaths in order to calm myself.

I felt someone, possibly the killer, poke me again.

Is this some game?
Is this his sick game?
Does he want me to face him so he could lunge at me and slit my throat?!
Does he want me to face him so he can gouge out my eyeballs?!

He's cruel...

Tears formed in my eyes and I let one escape.

I felt the killer poke me again but this time, right after he did, he shuffled away.

A breath of relief escaped from my lips.

Maybe this is a trap!
My conscious spoke and I quickly thought out an escape plan.

I will turn around, check if the killer is there or not. Out of curiosity of course.

Then, I will storm straight towards the window and jump out. It's better to break a few bones rather than end up mutilated.

I let out a normal breath, hoping it wouldn't be my last, and turn around.

Rather than slowly turning around, I made one swift move and I my eyes stung after a sudden light came out of nowhere, which blocked my view.