Crimson (Jeff The Killer Story)

Chapter 5

My eyes opened slowly, eyebrows furrowed and arms shivering as I sat up. The room around me was dark, and cold. I ran my hands over the goosebumps on my arms as I slowly stood to my feet, Jeff no where in sight. 

I made my way to the door I saw in the corner of the room, icy earth under my feet as I did so. I was still in my dress, it was ruffled and dirty by now though and my shoes were missing. I paused before leaving the room, patting my bra to see my phone I hid in there was still snug against my chest. I quickly whipped it out and started calling the police, only to see wherever I was had no service. 

I cursed under my breath, but hid the device again and slowly padded out the door. Once I had, though, a cold breeze swept through the room, a bright light accompanying it as the brisk morning made me shudder. I closed my eyes, enjoying the smooth air and starting to walk forward. 

It was frosty out, surprisingly, cold dew staining the grass and I couldn't remember the last time I was so happy for it to be morning. Just as the thought occurred to me I should be running, arms wound around me and tugged me back into the room. I tried to cry out for help but he tossed me down onto the bed. I quickly crawled to the headboard of the mattress, curling up against it as I stared up at Jeff in horror.

"Don't look at me like that." His hood was down, and I was pretty sure his eyes reflected a hint of sadness. "I didn't hurt you, you're acting like I threatened to kill you."

"Why'd you do it?" I breathed out, surprised at how raspy my voice was. 

"You don't want the gory story do y-"

"Why'd you do it?" I repeated, my voice more firm. I sat up a little, confident in not seeming weaker than us. "Why'd you hurt them?"

He was silent, before shrugging nonchalantly.  "I don't know."

"Why didn't you do it to me? Why'd you bring me here?"

He was quiet again before huffing. "I don't know. C'mon, we need to go before someone hears us."

I crossed my arms angrily, if I hadn't been so upset I would've called it a pout. "And what if I don't want to come?"

What was left of his lips parted and his teeth bared. He walked closer to me, slowly, testing me. Obviously I was failing considering I was sinking lower the closer he got to me. His cold hand rested on my inner thigh and he leaned in close, my breath hitching. "Then I'll make you come."

Immediately, I shoved his chest away, knowing I was blushing like mad as he busted into laughter. "Jeff! This isn't funny!"

"It's pretty funny." His grin was back, and although I still found it terrifying, I could feel my eyes numbing to the disturbing sight. I slowly stood, moving closer. "Fine, lets go."

We made our way out the door, I was staying close to him. Ironically, I felt safer around the crazed man with a butcher knife in his pocket. I think that was the first time it actually hit me, my lips pursed as I felt tears prick in the corners of my eyes. He'd murdered his entire family, and I was walking with him. He was okay with this.

I then wondered if my safety was ensured. I examined him, fear probably written on my face as the thoughts settled in. 

He was a killer. 

"Jeff." I spoke softly, trying not to startle him as tears made their way down my cheeks. 

He grunted in response. 

"Are you going to kill me?"

He took interest then, not saying anything for a long time before shrugging. "I don't know."

I paused. then crossed my arms. "It's cold." I complained, "..Are you going to let me go home?"

He shrugged again."I don't know."

I was sensing a pattern. "Are you going to kill again?"

Jeff let out a long sigh of exasperation before pulling off his hoodie swiftly, and handing it to me. "I don't know. Now stop asking questions, god damn."

I smiled successfully and shrugged on the jacket, happy with the warmth, and looking over at him as he was left in his t-shirt. I grasped the knife handle in the pocket with one hand and his hand with the other.