They're real

Escape

As I scan the area for an escape...I stop. I just don't know where a decent exit is. And I am NOT going to go through the door he went. Maybe that will be faster, but I am not going to turn into that cliche' horror movie where they make all the bad and cheesy mistakes theat end u in them never seeing the light of day again.
I look up and see a window I could break open...
I look around and see a table. I run over to it and grabbed the wooden leg. I rip it off fast and see small splinters fly as I waste no time. I drag the chair I was in over to the window grunting. I get on the chair and look through the window.
I'm in some kind of town.... Old like mine. I think I know this place. This isn't a warehouse, it is the old farm. I know where my house is from here!
'Not that that would do you any good now,' a voice inside my head said.
I ignore as best I can. I need to get to the authorities.
Wait... What if Jeff kills them too? I can't watch him do that. but he will just keep looking for me. And what will I do when Jeff brings out his dog?
I need to find that all that later.
I sigh and try the latch. I knew it would be locked, which is why I brought the table leg with me.
I lift up the wooden stub and clench my eyes shut as I hear the wood make contact with the glass.
It shatters and I hear the glass shower down to my feet.
Frick, that was loud.
I scramble out of the window. As I am crawling out I hear the doors open and I look through terrified.
I see him angry and confused as he fits the pieces together.
And then with no warning he looks straight at me.
Not a second passes when he throws a large kitchen knife at me. I back out of the window and hear it hit the wall. My breathing intensifies.
I yelp and scramble up to my feet.
I run through some kind of woods. I jump over tree roots.
I can't help thinking in my head," I hope I don't turn into a cheesy horror movie and trip over something dumb."

The moon is shining bright enough to illuminate a light blue-ish color to the evening allowing me to see the gloomy trees around me. I almost wished that it was pitch black outside. That way if Jeff was chasing me, I could just hide... but I guess we all know how that might have ended. Either way, I know I am so dead.
"Come back!" I here him laugh," We haven't finished our play date!"
He is frickin' insane. No fan-fiction can ever explain the madness in his voice.
I push thin branches aside and feel them scrape against my skin, the warm blood rushes down my arm and it already stings.
I scream in frustration. I can't run away from Jeff. Jeff the frickin killer. I can't believe he is chasing me. He shouldn't be real. He should just be in those stupid fan fictions. I remember reading this one weird one where Jeff falls in love and the girl falls in love with him. I hate those stories... like how does that happen with a frickin killer? And now I REALLY think that the girls that "fall in love" with him are insane too. Or there is something wrong with them.

I yelp as I get pulled down and feel the wet ground.
"LET ME GO!" I scream scared.
I stare up at Jeff and his bloody scars.
"I see what your staring at Mel. Haha" he snickers," you jealous? I bet you want some to..."
I shake my head with tears in my eyes.
"No" I cry.
"Sh sh shhhh- it's okay. It won't hurt too much. I'm just a little disappointed." He says," I wanted to rest and then do this job... But you left me no choice. You're too eager to become like me."
He moves down close to my ear and I feel his cheeks again mine.
I feel his warm breath as he breathes on me.

" and believe me, you'll look much better then Jane." He whispers.

"No please...," I begin as he takes out his knife.

One of his hands holds both of my hands above my head and I cry loudly. I want someone to save me from this nightmare.

" don't worry.... Soon you'll be like me"