Jay the Killer (Jeff the killer remix)

Chapter 2 - "Something about her..."

"Hello, Rose." I whispered in her ear. "How ... How do you know my name?" She stuttered in fear. I laughed a horrific laugh.

"Because ... I'm a stalking killer. I hide outside your window all the time! You just never see me. Slendy taught me well." I chuckled deeply. She looked at me, terrified. "Who are you?" I shook my head at her. I leaned in closer and licked my lips.

"I am Jay the Killer. Your worst nightmare, baby girl."

I looked back at her face and she looked stunned. I chuckled and put my hand in my hoodies pocket, pulling out my knife.

"Now, go to sleep." I whispered in her ear. Before she could say anything, I looked in her eyes and froze. Just like any other victim, I could see the fear in her eyes. But something about her told me to stop. Instead of cutting her open, I just sliced her leg and the side of her neck. She screamed in agony and fell. I crouched down beside her and whispered in her ear.

"You're a lucky one," I snarled. She started coughing, since she was choking on her blood. I couldn't bare watching her suffer anymore- wait what?! I am a blood thirsty killer! A demon! What am I saying?! I shook my head and busted her window with my knife. I looked back at her. I couldn't just leave her like this. I went into another room, looking for a phone. I found one and dialed 911.

"911 What's your emergency?"

"I found my best friend in her room, with a cut on the side of her throat and her leg!" I disguised my voice to sound like a woman. Yeah, I was a good at doing impressions.

"Ma'am, please stay calm. What's your address?" Since I always stalk her, I knew her address by heart. "7023 Locust Lane. Please come quick! I think I hear the intruder!" I lied. I walked back in her room to see her unconscious. I crouched down to see if she had a pulse. She did! She was still alive!

What?! Stop it, Jay! Get yourself together! "Well ma'am, please keep calm and the police are on their way-"

"Ahhhhhh!" I fake screamed. "Help! He's trying to-" I hung up the phone acting like he took it from me. I looked back at Rose, she was bleeding endlessly. I rushed to her bathroom and got a towel and ran back to her room. I covered up her cut on her leg to make the bleeding stop. Of course it didn't but at least I tried. I could hear the police sirens getting closer and closer.

"I shouldn't have saved your little pathetic life. I should've let you die. Be grateful that I didn't gut you and feed you to my dog!" I yelled. I jumped out her window just in time. I could see the police over the hill. I put my knife in my hoodies pocket and ran off. I ran through the woods all the way to my house. I had 2 houses, the one where I lived by myself, and the one where I lived with my killer family-- Ben, Slenderman, Eyeless Jack, Sally, Masky, and Smile dog.

As I reached my house, I opened the door and walked in. I never really ate anything but I was starving since I hadn't eaten in about 2 days or so. I walked into my kitchen and opened my fridge to a delicious smell smacking me in the face. I saw some spaghetti and chicken strips with a side of fries. I pulled out the food and sat it on the counter. I closed the fridge and I saw a note taped to the counter.

"Hey Jay! Haha, that rhymed! But anyway, I haven't seen you in a while! How was your killings so far? Ben and Slendy helped me cook this meal for you. Anyways, I miss you! Come home soon, Jay!

Sally❤"

I chuckled. Sally was an 8 year old killer. She was annoying but I saw her as a killer little sister. I put the food in the microwave and heated the food up.

Once it was finished, I took it out and brung it to my room. I sat the food on my bed and turned on the TV. I sat down on the bed, eating my food while watching the news. A lady with long blonde hair was talking about a killing of a family of 4 was killed last night. I laughed like a maniac knowing that I was the one that killed those poor, pathetic humans. I was getting hot so I took off my white hoodie that was covered in blood. I licked my fingers that had some blood on them from my hoodie. I looked at the many knifes in my wall. I picked certain kind of knifes for certain kind of killings. I took my favorite knife out the pocket of my hoodie and threw it to the wall.