My Killer Boyfriend

Chapter 1

I haven't been myself lately. I keep feeling that someone's watching me. I'd wake up in the middle of the night and find him watching me. I'd blink and he'd be gone. It's so... It's so... I don't know.... I just don't know what to think about it. I'd look out the window at school and he'll be there.

The boy..... the boy with a smile carved into his face, carrying a knife. The one who whispers "go to sleep" in my nightmares. He'd be standing there just watching from a distance. Watching me sleep. I remember staying up all night to see if he was real or just a dream. If it was a dream it wouldn't make since because i see him during the day. I'd be walking down the street and my friends would tell me someone would be staring at me. I'd turn and there he was starring at me with his eyes and his burnt eyelids. It sends shivers up my spine. I played it cool and told them it was nothing.

When I made it home it was different. I called out to my parents. No answer. I went around the house looking for them. The kitchen. The bathroom. The living room. The guess room. And finally the their bedroom. That's where I found 'him' standing in the middle of the room with my dead parents on either sides of him. I looked at him in horror and turned to run. He grabbed me before I even reached the door. He turned me around and hung onto me.

"Please don't hurt me" I whimpered with my eyes shut tight.

"I'd never hurt you (Y/N)."

I opened my eyes to look into his eyes searching for some kind of emotion.

"Why do you follow me? Why do keep coming in here every night? Why did you kill my parents?" I asked on the verge of tears.

"Because I love you and I wanted to see you as often as I can. And as for your parents.... Well they found about me and tried to kill me so I killed them before they could kill me."

He moved closer to me and looked at me intensely before moving away from me.

"Good night (Y/N)..." He said before moving away.

"Wait.... How do you know my name? What's your name?"

"I'm Jeffrey. Jeff the killer to be more exact but don't worry I won't hurt you. And I know everything there is to know about you (Y/N)."

With that he left me there in the room with my dead parents. I heard the sirens of police cars down the street. I quickly packed some clothes and went through the back door and ran to my friends house. I couldn't let the police know what happened. If they found me they'd take me to jail saying that I did. I have to run. I have no where to go. I ran deep into the woods. Maybe I could find Jeff and he'll let me stay with him. He may have killed my parents but he said he wouldn't hurt me. And he wouldn't, right?