After all, He Isn't Real Right? (A Jeff The Killer Story)

Chapter 1: New house

"Oh, careful honey! That one's-"

"Wooaaaahhh" I stumbled and dropped the box I was carrying, bringing myself down along with it.

"-heavy..." My mom completed awkwardly. She rushed to me. "You okay?"

I groaned and stood up, "I broke a finger."

She rolled her eyes, "Hilarious." She bent down and picked the box. "I'll handle this. You grab another one." I nodded. She smiled and walked towards our house. Our new house.

I looked up and studied the house from top to bottom. To be honest, the house wasn't bad. It wasn't that big but big enough. It had a backyard with flower pots already sitting in an organized row before we even came to check the house the first time. The previous owners must've left it behind. They looked pretty and really brought out the beauty of the backyard so I doubt that my mom would get rid of it anytime soon. I sighed and grabbed another box from the truck and headed inside.

I lived a pretty normal life. I had my parents and an elder brother who was always overprotective of me. What more could I want, right? I was pretty close to my brother compared to the rest of my family. We always hung out and he always tried his best to meet my childish expectations just to make me happy, despite our 4 year age gap. But one day, things just took a turn for the worst and my parents divorced. My brother stayed with us of course. But two years ago, he suddenly declared that he would join the military. Me and my mom were terrified and were obviously against it. But we couldn't stop him in the end. On his last day he gave us a kiss goodbye and said that he loved us. That was the last time I ever saw him. I don't know what he's doing now or if he's even alive.

I haven't opened up to anyone since then. My cold attitude grew and the only thing I do for entertainment is surf the net. My mom got an awesome job but the only problem is that, she has to keep moving from place to place. And it literally affects my school life. So basically I'm very isolated from people called 'friends.'

I entered the house and put the box down. Then went out to help my mom with the rest.

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"Well, I guess that's the last of 'em!" My mom announced, dusting her hands after laying the last box in place. I looked around the house and imagined how the furnitures could be placed. Well, so far I have a brief idea of it all. But there was just one problem.

I didn't like this house.

I mean sure it's big and really beautiful but I just can't put my finger on it. I guess it just isn't my taste? I walked back to my mom. "Mom? Why did you pick this place?"

She looked at me and raised an eyebrow, "Well...look around you." She said spreading her arms. "Doesn't this house look decent enough?"

"I know, I know. But why this place?"

She shrugged, "Well, why not?"

"I don't know. It's just..." I brushed my fingers over the staircase. "It's just that...I don't feel comfortable here."

She laughed, "What now, you think it's haunted? Truth honey, I know you're very interested in those ridiculous stories and movies relating to paranormal and mystery plots but just because similar things happen in real life doesn't mean-"

"Mom, I know! I'm not saying it's haunted."

She sighed, "Then there's nothing you should be worrying about. Now help me arrange everything." She started opening boxes and looking through things while I just stood there thinking.

"Mom. Aren't there some weird murder cases goin' on in this city?"

My mom paused and stood for a few seconds, not meeting my eyes. Then she finally spoke, "Where did you hear that?"