It started when I was 12. I was interested in urban legends and scary stories. Then I found out about Jeff the killer. He was cute in some ways. I had became a fangirl (but not over obsessed). I wanted to meet him, so I kinda left my window open every night. I kept it open til I was 16. He never came so I realized he wasnt real until now. I was unpacking the boxes in my new house. I was getting the last box out of my truck. I looked over at the woods for some reason and I saw a guy with long black hair and a white hoodie. His hair was covering his face. He saw me look at him and waved.
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I remember you (Jeff the killer story)
FanfictionJoy is a girl who moved to a new house when she was 18. Her whole life changes.
