Haunted by Screams (Jeff the Killer)

Chapter 33. Marked for Death.

"-It was all a setup... I should have fucking known that from the freaking beginning! He did not want that fucker Jim or his family... he found me and showed his face to me because he knew I wouldn't be able to resist the opportunity to strike him down... He only let me go because he knew that that would eventually draw You out and thus make you fall into his trap and by doing so, he'd have something that tied you more than enough to him... Don't you get it Nora? He couldn't care less about that petty fragile boy, he only ever wanted You from the start! And now - he will stop at nothing until he gets what he want!! AGHHH! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT ALL THIS SHIT!!! You foolish humans have made him immortal; Now it will never disappear as long as there's still people believing him to be real!-"

"-Jeff what are you saying!? There has to be a way to get rid of it for good! There has to be a way to get this..sickness away from me!?-"

"-No, there isn't!! Didn't you fucking listen to me when I told you earlier?? A creature that has been given a name by the public or has managed to get its own name to spread from mouth to mouth and thus never gotten entirely forgotten will never ever disappear no matter what you do!!! God fucking dammit-"

"-He'll never stop Nora. He'll come for you, he'll take control of you - and then...You'll be his dirty hound, an empty vessel without a soul who is nothing but a bag off meat, doomed to forever be lost in a living Hell you'll never be able to escape from!-"

"NOOOO!!" she cried out as a pair of strong arms woke her up from the nightmare that was tormenting and sucking the oxygen out off her lungs.

The nightmares were growing worser and worser. It had started to take its tool on her as it made her refuse sleeping. Her father had awoken her up this time, eyes tired as he held her while gently rocking back and forth as she struggled to breath and with tears streaming down her face. She didn't care she was considered as an adult - when those dreams attacked her, she felt like a child, and the only safety was her father's strong arms. He'd told her that is was alright, nothing but a dream and that it was nothing which could physically injure her.

But Nora knew that it was more than that.

"-It starts as nothing special...forgetting where you put things, a feeling of being constantly watched...-"

She'd walked into the kitchen one morning before the nightmares had started and just felt, utterly lost. She'd started scrambling in the drawers, looking in the oven, in the fridge, underneath the carpet, moved things only to put them right back again and thus questioning herself what she was doing. No matter what she did, she could not get the feeling of as if there was something she missed to leave her. There was something she needed to find, yet not knowing what.

"This is how it starts" she'd turned around only to find Jeff leaning against the door leading into the kitchen.

"What?" she had asked, confused and a bit afraid that she hadn't heard when he came in.

"The feeling of as if there's something you're missing; things that needs to be found yet aren't really lost; it's all because of It... And especially that-" he spoke as she had turned around and quickly and looked out through the window, making sure nothing was standing outside it.

"-the feeling of being constantly watched" he'd spoken with his raspy voice as Nora had turned back toward him before resting her head in her hands, struggling to keep the panic and anxiety from eating her up.

"-a strange behavior and blackouts.-"

She'd sat by her desk and accidentally knocked a bottle of black pencils and markers over. As she bent down to pick them up, something came over her, an urge. She must have blacked out because she could not remember anything after that, until she'd seen how nearly every blank paper in one of her desk's drawer had all been given unsettling words and violent sketches of trees and that, horrible looking creature, seemingly mocking her through the paper. She freaked out, ran into the bathroom and proceeded to lock it, only to find the entire mirror and tile in the shower covered with the same words and drawings. She'd sat down and cried her eyes out before hurrying to get all the cleaning tools before her father would come home and see it. She'd started to suffer from a severe coughing as-well which could come from no-where despite her not being ill, at least not from that type of illness... It must be the same type of cough Jim had had right before he...