The Killer In Me (Jeff the Killer) COMPLETED

Chapter Twenty-Four

(Time skip)

*2 days later*

I was running. Running through the dense forest, rocks and sticks reaching for my skin and piercing it.

Ignoring the pain, I continue on. My breathing was harsh and fast. My throat was dry and my feet were becoming weak from all the running.

I notice my pace starting to slow and my legs becoming wobbly. No. I can't stop now. I can't. I need to get there.

I push forward gaining speed once again and hiss is pain from the numbness of my legs.

My sides ache and my arms start to feel like jelly.

"Come on Skylar, keep going." I push myself, nearly at my breaking point.

The sun was slowly disappearing over the horizon, the afternoon sunlight casting over the forest and barely lighting my path.

Up ahead, I see it. My house. A sudden burst of relief and energy spikes through me as I barge through the door, breaking it clean off of its hinges.

"Daddy!" I shriek happily. All of a sudden I'm 4 years old, running towards my father and jumping into his arms.

My vision blurs and I'm back to my usual 17 year old. My world turns dark and eerie. My breathing slows and my heart pumps faster.

"Dad?" I call. Walking into the living room, I see a leg from around the side of the couch. Curiously, I step forward and peer around the side.

I shriek and drop to my knees. There lays my father, his stomach open and his organs sprawled across his body and the floor.

His eyes are wide and his body unmoving. I cradle my head in my hands and sob. "No, no. Dad no." I repeat to myself multiple times.

I daringly look back up to his body and instantly regret it. His head snaps up, his gaze fixated on me. My eyes widening.

"Run, Skylar!" He booms and I scream, jumping to my feet and turning to the kitchen. I sprint through the back door, my vision blurred by tears.

Rushing through the back door, I appear at school. The world is now bright and I'm sitting at the table with all my friends. Laughing with them all and having a good time.

I close my eyes, reappearing inside Nelly's house. Her throat is sliced and her eyes are wide. "N-nelly?" I stutter. Her eyes too snap to mine and she hisses, "Run, Skylar!".

I run out her front door, appearing in my own house again. I just want this to stop. Please stop. Please.

"Skylar!" My mothers voice shrieks followed by agonisingly painful screams. "Mum!" I yell.

Turning upstairs and jumping into her room, there lays my mother. She's in the exact same position as when she was murdered by Jeff.

Please stop.

The tears won't stop and rub my swollen eyes.

Please stop.

Looking back up, my father, my mother and Nelly are all standing in front of me in the exact same state as when they were killed. They're all staring at me.

"Run, Skylar!" They all yell in unison.

I drop to my knees and clutch my head.

"Stop! Please stop!" I beg.