My Inspiration

Chapter 6

"You fucking wish, kid! Eyeless Jack is a CreepyPasta that is, indeed, ONLY a myth. Jeff is the only CreepyPasta based on a true story, which is why you're seeing him."

That voice, It sounded so familiar. I've heard it many times before..it-it couldn't be.

"Take your mask off then, show me who you are."

I acted as if I suspected nothing.
Just as he was about to take his mask off-"What the hell are you doing here?! Get off my property!" An old man said.

"Oh, my friends and I were just lost! Sorry sir!"

"Friends? And where are they?"

They were gone, of course they were gone.

"Oh, they-uh, they went to go pee."

To go pee? What the hell am I saying?

"You're American, how long have you been here?"
"A...uh...a few hour-months. Just a few months. I don't know my way around yet."

"Where are your parents? You're too young to be running arou-"

He fell to the ground, blood spilling from his throat.

"Why do people carry on conversations? Just fucking kill and get it over with."Jeff said.

"So who was that person with the Eyeless Jack mask?"

"That was Richard, did you not notice his voice?"

"I thought I recognized that voice. Why is he here? What is even going on?"

I hear footsteps behind me.

"Danny, you aren't the only person who can see Jeff and speak with him."

"Why didn't you tell me before that you could see him?!"

"Because, Daniel, I didn't know that you could until Jeff brought me here."

"Well, how's Colleen taking everything?"

"Dude, I killed her right after you left. I invited her to go to the movies and snapped her little neck."

"You better be lying, Richard.."

He walked away and came back only moment later with something in his hand.

"I present to you, Colleens head! Hahah!"

Unfortunately, he wasn't lying.

"You son of a bitch!"

I quickly turned and snatched Jeffs knife and ran towards Richard. I tackled him to the ground and stabbed him. I started off slowly sinking the long, steel blade into his stomach but the more pain I inflicted upon him, the better I felt. After I had given Jeff his knife back Richard had a total of 216 stab wounds, no arms or legs, and his brain was in his stomach.

"That-that is a fucking masterpiece, Danny."

"Weren't we supposed to be going somewhere?"

"Yes, of course. We have more death to bring upon this world, HAHAHAH!!"