The Daughter Of Jeff The Killer

The Trailer Near The Woods

Have you ever had that feeling like you didn't belong; well I've always had that even when I was little, but the thing is I knew I never belonged. I come from a family of abusers, of people who give a crap about their children and leave them to die, anyways that beside the point, the point is I was framed for something I did not do. I was framed for murder and the real culprit is an old friend of mine, an imaginary friend of mine, and even to this day his name makes sick but I forgive him. He made me realize that I don't belong anywhere else but by his side.

~Seven years earlier~

The sound of footsteps filled the quite dark room as I entered the house and walked to my room and set my back pack on the ground then eventually I relaxed onto my bed prepared for what I was to come home to. I was prepared for arguments and the abuse that awaited me; I curled up on my bed, looked to my left and saw a cute little black box with a clown on it. I picked up the box and spun the crank and a familiar tune began to play, "Pop goes the weasel". As I turned the crank after a while the crank turned by its self and something or someone popped out it. "Hello little brat...err girl." I quickly buried my face in my pillow hoping he did not see me. "That's very rude, I know I'm scary but you don't have to hide."

"S-sorry I didn't mean anything by it you kind of scared me." The man looked at me with confusion I just sat there and starred at the man and noticed that for a clown he didn't have much color just black and white skin tone with a pointy cone nose that was also black and white. "I'm Laughing Jack, and you must Crea. Am I right?" I scooted closer to him as he came closer to me. "Yes that is my name but, how did you know?" The man looked at me curiously as if to scowl at me but kept a smile. "I know everything about you like how your father beat you and make you feel like you're not important.Yes I know a lot about you." The moment he said this to me the front door opened then slammed loudly and I could hear my name being yelled as if someone was mad at me.

"Crea! Where the hell are you?!!!!!!!?" I quickly ran to the door and locked it then grabbed the box and got under my bed trying not to make a sound. My father punched the door until the wood gave away and unlocked the door and came into my room. The smell of rusty iron filled the room as soon as he entered. Blood started to drip from the knife my father carried in his hand. "Crea, where are you?!!!! Where the hell are you?!!" I could see my father's feet moving towards where I would usually be hiding. In his one of his hand he held my mother's necklace nothing but fear clouded over me. The man known to me as Laughing Jack cackled as if he had a devious plan. "I can help you but you have to do exactly as I say." I quickly nodded my head and he proceeded with his instructions he told me to slide the box out from under the bed and wait, so I did. All I could hear was sound of the crank being turned, a violent scream and a horrible cackling. "Now run into the forest and wait until I come and get you." I quickly slid out from the bed and grabbed my mothers' necklace and ran as far as my legs could take me.