Jeff's pov
I started shoving a hole for Jane's grave outback. I started crying. Moments later, I finished the grave. I stole a casket from the funeral parlor. I put it out back. I went to our room, where I left Jane. I carried her lifeless body to the backyard sobbing. When I got out back then fell to my knees. I wiped my tears and stood up. I put Jane in the casket. I put the casket in the ground. I went into the casket with Jane and hold her crying.
"My broken bride, I love you.", I said crying.
"I will bring you back to life.", I said.
"I promise Jane. Just hold on for now.", I said getting out of the coffin.
I kissed Jane's forehead.
"What are you doing, dad?", I heard Beau asked.
I turned around to see Beau.
"I was burying your mom.", I said trying to hold back tears.
"I heard that you are no longer a creepypasta. Is that true?", Beau asked.
I didn't answer. I turned to go inside. Beau hit me making me fall to the ground.
"Then you are nothing but someone I have to take care of...and I don't have time for that.", Beau said kicking me.
"What does that mean?", I asked.
"I have hell to raise. Don't worry, dad. I won't kill you. I'll take you to your favorite place.", Beau said before knocking me out.
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The killers III
FanfictionThis is the continuation of the killers II. Time to bring people back, find out who is the real bad guy, and other interesting things
