Jess the killer

Chapter 4

Jess pov
I woke up in a dark room not like pitch black dark like a room with black walls with red splatter paint everywhere. The bed spread was a dark red with black spots on it i got up and went to what seemed like the closet and opened it. The closet was full of shirts with bands and one hoodie caught my eye. I take it carefully off the hanger and examen it. It was white with blood stains on it this was Jeff's room. "You like my room" Jeff's voice filled the room I jumped at the sound. "God damn it Jeffy scare the fuck outta me why don't you" I turn around to see him shirtless. I covered my eyes "WOULD YOU PUT A FUCKING SHIRT ON" he chuckled and lightly pushed me out of the way of his closet. "You act like you won't see me like this again" i hear him move some hangers around on the rack. I uncover my eyes "yeah but if I was shirtless I wouldn't want you to see me that way so I thought it was the same with you". He puts his hand on my head and Ruffles my hair "your adorable kid" I shove his hand off my head "I'm not a kid I'm 16"I say with confidence. He chuckles and keeps looking for a shirt. I hear a faint scream coming from the forest. I smile at the sound wondering if one of the guys went out early to get something. "Hey can I have my hoodie short sh*t" Jeff says with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. I throw his hoodie at his chest "IM NOT SHORT" he laughs at me and finally picks out a shirt and puts it on along with his hoodie. I go down stares and walk outside to where I herd the scream come from. I see a little girl with a black and white puzzle piece hoodie and black and white pants. I pull out my knife "hello what's your name little girl" keeping the knife behind my back and tilting my head to the side smiling. I hear her start giggling" I hope your not afraid of dolls" she says. Her head turn to the side making a creaking noise. Her eyes were a light brown color looking like doll eyes. Her hair was long and brown she had a doll that looked exactly like her. She jumped on me and forced me to the ground I didn't struggle. She looked me in my eye and tilted her head "are you not scared" I shook my head no and tossed her off me grabbing my knife. I pointed it at her and laughed "hm I do feel like playing" I threw my knife at her head and got her shoulder instead. "Let's play" I say she runs over to me I dodge her and trip her. "Well I guess my games don't cut out for you" I say with a slight smirk looking down at her. She sits up looking at me with her doll eyes crying. "P-please don't kill me all I want is a friend" she says sobbing louder. I grab her by the hair and make her look me in the eye "if you do anything to hurt me or my friends it's game over for you". She nods and I let go of her hair "so how old and what's your name" she looks at me and smiles "I'm 12 and my names em" I look at her up and down. "Ah so how did you end up this way" I ask, she looks down and plays with her thumbs "my dad was a doll maker he had his own factory and he made me make dolls so I made him a doll" she started giggling. I pet her head "come on let me show you where we will be living for a while" she nods and grabs onto my shirt following me. Maybe she won't be so bad