Through the Eyes of a KIller

Me: Omg guys and gals I decided to do it! I decided to do a Creepy Pasta story!!!! I will be focusing on mainly Jeffry, Masky, and Jacky.

Eyeless Jack: Would you stop with those idiotic nicknames Korey?

Jeff the Killer: Yeah quit it or I will rip out your throat!

Me: No, No I won’t and you would never cause then who would write this story? You three?

Masky: I have rather good writing skills… I’m sure I could work something out.

 Jeff the Killer: Hehe now what were you saying?

Me: I could kill you all right now if I wanted to. Don’t make me. Now on to the story!

Jeff: But!

Me: NAH! SHUT IT JEFFRY! *pulls out knife*

Jeff: *sigh*

Me: Thank you. *puts knife away* Sorry bout that guys and gals.

Chapter 1

I was laying in my bed, wide awake, eyes wide open and never closing. I stared at the tall ceiling of black wood creaking under the falling rain.

 “Just go to sleep,” a voice says. I look around then remember its only my own lunatic mind speaking to me. Haha, very funny, I think blankly. I throw the covers away from my body and turn. I place my feet on the wood floor and shiver. It was freezing cold because of all this rain lately. I open my dresser and grab one of my many plain white hoodies and slip it on and walk across the room to flip the light on. I shield my eyes from the bright overhead light as it flickers to life. I look down to see that I was still in my black skull boxers and my hoodie.

 “Ugh,” I grunt and walk back to my dresser and open the bottom drawer. I pull out a pair of tight black skinny jeans and wrestle them on. I smile as best I can with my mouth so dry as I see the gleam of metal and slip the slender knife into my hoodie’s pocket. As I walk toward the door I slip on my Tom’s or Ninja Shoes as Sally calls them. I twist the cold knob carefully as to not wake anyone else up. As I walk out of my room and into the long hallway I hear the board under my foot creak loudly. I look left, then right and listen to see if anyone had woken up. I sigh. Thank god anyone hadn’t woke up, I thought.

 “Jeff, what are you doing up so late,” I hear a sweet young voice ask? I recognize the voice instantly. I turn my head to see Sally’s head peeking out of her door way.

 “Sally honey, I’m just going out for a midnight snack. But don’t tell anyone okay,” I ask?

 “Jeffry, this is the third one this week. Is everything okay,” She asks worriedly?

“Yes, I promise,” I say as I hold out my pinky.

“Okay Jeffry,” she says wrapping her small pinky around my own. She smiles I give the effect of one.

“Head on back to bed kido,” I say nodding my head at her door. She smiles lightly and nods.  As she walks away I turn to walk down the hall. As I walk I begin to think. Sense when was I so nice to kids? And sense when did I call Sally Kido? I shrug it off as me just going soft on the little girl. I walk slowly down the creaky stairs and out the front door into the cold bone breaking force of the thunderstorm. I pulled my hood over my dark hair and begin to walk toward the city. The rain felt like thousands of ice shards scratching at the white fabric of my jacket but I couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t feel anything anymore. All I felt was the thrill of the kill and chase. That was the only thing that brought me true happiness anymore. As I exit the dark wet woods the rain begins to let up and I see the moon for the first time that night. It was round, full, and brighter than ever.

“Hello Artemis,” I say looking at the moon. I expect her to speak back to me but remember that she is merely an act of fiction. Another none existent friend. I sigh. I walk farther from the woods and turn onto the sidewalk. I look to my left then right trying to pick which house. Hmmmm, maybe that green one? No, too easy. Oh maybe that one! “Will you shut up,” I tell the voice in my head! I pick a random house and look at it. Red curtains on many of the windows, pure white wood finish and green porch pillars. “What strange color themes,” I said quietly as I walked toward the house. I pull out my knife and smile as it gleams in the moonlight. I walk toward the backyard and pop one of the windows open using the blade of my knife. What a bore, I thought blankly. I slipped in easily through the waste high window and see I was in the kitchen. I hop down from the counter silently and crouch down. I walk slowly and quietly through the kitchen into the grand living room to see someone on the couch watching Americas Got Talent.

“Oh bullshit! Marcus should have won you asshole,” The woman screams silently! I sneak behind her and tap on her shoulder. She turns and see my face. “W.. wh.. who are yo.. you,” she asks shakily as she jumps from the couch.

“You know? I agree Marcus should have won! He deserved it you know,” I say as I walk slowly around the couch. The woman backs slowly away towards the still running television.

“I asked you a question,” she says flatly. I smile and hold up my knife and smile.

“Don’t worry bout it, its late you know? You should GO TO SLEEP,” I yell as I charge her and stab her in the heart. She spits blood into my face and I smile. “Nighty night,” I say silently as I pull out my knife.

Omg guys I hope you liked it!!!  Its my first JTK story so i'm excited!!! Leave a comment or two Please!!!