Killing Spree // A Jeff The Killer Story

Epilogue

*AN*
This is my first Creepy Pasta or Jeff the Killer kind of story! Excuse the spelling and/or grammar errors,please. Enjoy!

*Jeff's PoV*
That night was a blur. A messy, hot blur of blood, flames and screaming. The screams of my bullies, the ones who sent my beloved brother to Juvie. Yeah, they suffered - Big Time.
I never should have gone to that ridiculous party. I'd still have my family, who I still have nightmares about at night. I'm sure they hate me. I would have my sanity. Well, I still am sane, slightly. Enough so that I don't just murder every child on the damn street. I still have some sense about me.
My name is Jeff. Jeff the Killer. They all think I'm dead; I'm thriving. I'm not human.
And this is the story after the one you all know.