They're real

Jeff the Killer

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Exactly what I DIDN'T want to see right now. I glare evilly at my screen.

"just let me finish this fan fic!" I whisper yell.

I go back to the book on my device with my leg popping up and down nervously to try and finish:

his evil smile lurking in the shadows, I already knew who it was... I already felt the chills on my back. "Jeff, Please... you don't want to do this. It's me, remember!" We used to go to school together. he was my best friend.

I see the knife shining as he comes out, horrified at the sight of him, I look away. "Oh my god, Jeff...I knew you were bad, but what have you done to yourself?" I whisper shaking. cruel cuts from the corner s of his mouth practically to his ears. blood all over his face and his eyes complete circles with no sight of sanity inside.

I don't look at him, but he stares at me anyway.... I feel it.

" I have made my self beautiful, Don't you think?" He slithes.

I gather up the courage to turn around and look at him, I turn fast to get it over with when I see his face only an inch away. I fall to the floor with a hard crackle. I curse loudly.

"You never used to swear when we were younger... you're mother always told you not to... you disobeyed, didn't you... You'll have to be punished for that... it's such a shame too... I wanted you to be like my friend Jane, You should see her... she's beautiful."

He pulls out matches and throws them on the ground," oh well... Sorry, I couldn't do the same for you..."

"No, Jeff! WAIT!"

His knife lunges toward my eye-

"What!? FRICK! " I scream. The screen is black as it shows the apple logo sign, signaling it's shutting off.

"NO NO NO NO NO!!!" I tap the screen for a ray of hope that it's still alive.... I should really stop trying that. I sigh, angrily and accept the fact that I just have to go home. I was sitting at a park picnic bench with a beautiful tree giving me the night chills. I love reading at night. It makes Jeff the killer stories even scarier. I go here as much as I can to read. Well... Read fan fics....Of creepy pasta. But my favorite is Jeff and Jane. They just give me so much chills and I love it. I look at my watch and get up and start to walk home.

This frickin' sucks. Each step I take leaves splashes from small puddles of water from the rain this morning. As I walk on the side walk, I look at all the shops... I live in a small but very old town... so it is a bit creepy down here. There aren't a lot of streetlights either, So everything is just a cool setting.

I can imagine Slender man coming out of the shadows as my vision becomes blurry, and with every step he takes, his victim becomes paralyzed with fear. Until it is too late and Slender has already made his move. The thought chills me but also brings a smile to my face. I mean... I would be terrified if it ever happened in life, but well... I know it is fake. so it ain't gonna happen... It is fun to imagine things like that.

I step up my steps and open the front door. I already expect my mother and father asleep. I look at the kitchen counter and find a small note:

We went to bed already, sorry!

Just...SHH, go to sleep.

Frick you mom. She knows exactly how to creep me out. I drop the note in the trash and walk down the hall to my room. My hand grasps the handle and I open the door. I drop my phone immediately when I notice two eyes of a figure in the corner of my room.