Staying Awake (A Jeff The Killer Fanfiction)

The wind blew violently, blowing my deep red hair into to wind, killing the curls I spent an hour on. My eyes wandered to the other graves in the cemetery. Funerals were boring. I never even met my Uncle, but suddenly he dies and my family is devastated. My black dress already had a tear from where I stumbled over something and tripped. There were no sticks, no stones, no one nearby, I tripped on... nothing I guess. 

"Lower the coffin, sir." The ropes began lowering the shiny new black box into the filthy ground flled with other coffins. Everyone snapped their heads to the side. I wondered what happened. I heard nothing, but I do zone out a lot. I whispered to my weeping mother to question.

"You didn't hear it? The cackle? Some man is mocking us. Laughing at our tears." She blew into the tissue and I turned my head forward with everyone else while thinking to myself 'Okay mother, okay. Way to be poetic when I asked a simple question.'

                                                               ONE WEEK LATER

There had been two more deaths in my family this past week. My Aunt then my Grandmama. These people were closer to me. I had been exhausted. Questioning why he would do this to our family. What's so special about us? No "he" is not some crazy exboyfriend or whatever. "He" was one of the most famous serial killers in America. The only one who carved a bloody smile into his victim's face. Jeff The Killer. Some people don't believe the story is true. The horror story on countless websites. Most people believe the killer is multiple fans of the stories. I am a bit different. I am quite a horror fanatic and loved his stories up until he entered my life. I hate him with all I am. He stole my Granna. Yes I have a nickname for her. I was 5 okay. It's been 12 years and the name stuck. Don't judge.

It was silentin my house until my mom's unfamiliar cry burst through my bedroom door. "Your Grandpa is gone. My Daddy!" My dad massaged her shoulders and I held in my own tears. I wasn't close to him, but that isn't why I was upset. It wasn't over. Who knows who is next. I locked my door after my teary eyed parents left. I wondered how one person was capable of this. "Maybe it is just sick in the head creepypasta fans."

"What an insult. I am very capable of handling this on my own." The deep voice traveled from my window which was opened and blocked by a tall disgustingly pale figure with a scary big smile. I wasn't as scared of his face as I should be. I was too focused on being terrified b the light reflecting from the bloody metal blade in the pasty white hand. I was about to let the scream tear from my lips but he jumped at me, blade aimed at my stomach. I felt one lone, warm tear caress my cheek.

"GO TO SLEEP!" He plunged the knife into my floor when I squirmed avoiding his knife from tearing  into my guts. His eyes blazed with anger and he used his knife to scratch a line along my arm. Barely deep enough for it to gush blood, but oh. It did gush. I wondered why he didn't kill me before jumping back outside. I assumed I did scream without realizing it because my father knocked down my locked door and leaped to my side. My mother was in my doorway whimpering into a phone. I couldn't make out very many words I was losing blood fast. I lolled my head back to my arm and noriced my tissue and bone peeking out of the fleshy curtains. I passed out soon after.

The next chapter will be longer and better written. I needed a fast start and I had about fifteen minutes to write it. I have an obsession with Jeff The Killer. I love his sick mind. Sorry Not Sorry ;D

Enjoy and comment if you want me to continue!