Crook A Jeff the Killer story.

Jeff and I

My name is Jennifer Daniels. Or at least it was. That was before the accident. Before I tell you that, I'll tell you about myself. I'm thirteen forever and always thirteen. I have short black hair that's bushy. My eyes are dark red. I kill by using two ninja swords.

I lived in an old house nobody lives in anymore. That's 'cause the family was murdered by their own son. I stayed in his old room, the message still written on the bathroom mirror. I am beautiful. Yes, I lived in Jeff's house. But he was never there.

I remember when I met Jeff. I woke up because something was shining light in my face. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw him. Gray, unblinking eyes were staring at me,his mouth carved into a permanent grin, pasty white skin made him look like he was a ghost standing in the room, his white hoodie stained with fresh blood. I blinked a few times.

" Go to sleep." He said. Then he lunged for me and I rolled out of bed. I grabbed my swords and faced him.

" You shouldn't mess with a girl like me, Jeff!" I snarled, but then an all to familiar feeling came, giggly. I can't stop it. I Began to just giggle, then gradually it got to a maniac laugh. When it died down, I tried to look angry, but I just kept on smiling. I could tell Jeff was half confused, half angry.

" What are you doing in my house." His eyes stared into me.

" I live here now."

" Why?" Why? I didn't even know why. I was lost in a town I didn't understand, were murders were all to normal and we were even treated like idols.

" I came here and picked a random house, thinking I would just kill whoever lived there. But nobody lived in this one. I have to say, I was pretty disappointed. I was looking forward to it." I explained.

" Who are you? It's clear everyone knows me." Jeff sighed and plopped down on the floor.

" My names Jennifer, but people round here call me Crook. Because of my crooked grin or something like that." He nodded. I looked out the window, " This town is weird to me. I don't know what street the rich, snobby people live on. And that's really saying something considering where I came from. I knew where everyone lived." Jeff's eyes momentarily met mine.

" Hey, Jenny?" We just met and we're already using nicknames. Yay?

" Yeah." I tilted my head to the left.

" Want to go out and meet some of my friends?" I had a feeling he wasn't used to this kind of thing. But I was okay with it.

" Why not." I smiled, not fully grinning. Jeff's face brightened and he stood up.

" Let's go." He took my hand a together we jumped out the window. They were all blown out anyway. Thanks to me. After running for a few minutes, we reached the woods. These woods were notorious for children disappearing. Before we could enter there was the sound of a gun cocking behind us. Whirling around I saw a police officer.

" Mam, are okay?" He asked. All the P-officer got from me was a confused look, " Did he hurt you?" Then he pointed the gun at Jeff. My heart pounded, I had to think. I stepped forward and hid my swords from view.

"Oh I'm fine, " I said sweetly as could be, "I'd be more worried about the thing behind you." As soon as the officer turned I brought my swords out. Without hesitation I thrust them into his gut. The officer gasped and fell backwards. I moved out of the way soon I wouldn't be crushed.

" That was awesome." Jeff giggled like a schoolgirl.

" Thanks. He lasted to short. I should've made his death longer." Chuckling, I used his blood to draw an eye with three streaks under it.

" That's your signature? Mine's carving a smile on their mouths." Jeff looked over the officer and carved a smile onto his face. Suddenly I had an idea.

" Jeff, I just had the best idea ever. So if the police see this. My writing and your smile, they'll think we are partnering up. So why don't we for once humor them and let them be right. For a little while. Otherwise they get cocky." Jeff considered this. Then he broke out in a full grin.

" Deal. You know what? Friends can wait, let's go cause some untimely deaths." He grabbed my hand and we ran through the alleys and on top of roofs. Soon we came upon some drug dealers, " On my signal, we both drop down." I nodded. Getting ready to pounce on those idiots down there. I looked at Jeff, and he looked at me. When he nodded we jumped down. The dealers eyes got huge. I let out my full grin to terrify them before attacking. Jeff did the same thing. We attacked. Pulling out my ninja swords, I shoved them through one's stomach, insuring a slow, painful death.

" I don't want to die!" the thug screamed.

" So, your gonna have to." I said as I coldly slit another's throat. I wrote on the walls. I DON'T WANNA DIE SO YOUR GONNA HAVE TO! The police would recognize the handwriting anyway. Jeff finished carving the last smile and then we were off. Going into the night, ready to cause more fear and anguish. This is what I live for. That thrill of shoving a blade in someone's throat was so interesting. Most girls would've freaked out at the sight of Jeff the killer in their bedrooms. But I wan't 'most girls'.

Two years ago.........

I was going to school like a normal kid. One day I was in the science lab when they walked

in. Adam, Mitch, and Greg were the meanest kids in school. They had never bothered me before so I didn't think anything of it. Big mistake. Mitch grabbed me and poured bleach on my skin. Adam grabbed a needle filled with this gray liquid and stuck it in the right side of my neck. Greg approached me with a lighter. I backed up until I hit the edge of the counter. I glanced outside, hoping no praying someone would come. But no one did.

" Ready to be the next Jeff?" Without waiting for an answer he threw the lighter. My skin instantly set aflame. Screaming, I ran down the hall way. Teachers began trying to put me out. I passed out before they did. I woke up in the hospital, a huge bandage on my face. I stayed there for weeks. Finally they let me take off the bandage. I stood in front of a mirror. My once long blonde hair had turned short and black. My skin had turned a sickly shade of white. Just like Jeff. I didn't burn off my eyelids that night, nor did I carve a smile on my face. I just stood in front of a mirror and I made the mistake of tilting my head to the right side. I suddenly grabbed the ninja swords my dad kept locked up. I don't know how I even got the door open. First I marched to my parents room. I shoved open the door. They screamed, all I was thinking was, I can't believe I got my hands on these AWESOME swords! I caught a glimpse of myself in my mom's makeup mirror. I looked exactly like Jeff, but with shorter hair and deep red eyes that shone with the intent of murder. Instead of recoiling in horror I grinned. It was lopsided, crooked. Then I continued my advance on my parents. I killed them with one swipe of the blade to their necks.

I went to my little brother's room. He was asleep, good. At the last second he shot open his eyes and moved.

" I don't want to die! I don't want to!" I knew he expected me to say, Go To Sleep, but instead I used the words to a song I heard once,

" So, your gonna have to." I stabbed him thirty-seven times. Yes, I counted. Then I ran, I ran here. Where I am today. And I'm killing with the real Jeff the Killer. And I'm having the time of my life.

(the video/picture thing doesn't like me right now but hopefully that will be fixed soon.)