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

Chapter 2: A friend?

"Truth?! What happened to you?!" My mom said in horror.

"Ahaha. Well...you see uh...there was this racoon. Yeah, a racoon! A-And I chased it out of the-"

"You were watching horror movies late at night again weren't you?" My mom said as she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.

"What? Pffft no I wasn't." Her eyes grew narrower as she stared at me with suspicion. I sighed, "Well...maybe I did watch a little."

"Truth!"

I whined, "Whaaat? I can't help it!"

She sighed and rubbed her forehead, "But you've never stayed awake all night just because you got freaked out by watching those." She looked at me with a worried look plastered on her face. "Did something happen?"

Sometimes I hate it when she knows me too well...

And why are we having this conversation you ask? Well it's because I appeared in the kitchen looking like a walking corpse. Intense dark eyebags with pale skin and all that jazz.

Last night was definitely not a very pleasant one. Seeing that guy walking in the neighborhood at 2am after watching some horror shit was not a very good experience. And when he stopped in his tracks, I felt like he sensed me watching him so I booked it out of the window. I couldn't stop thinking of the possibilities that could've happened. My imagination ran wild and scenarios of him tapping the window, although it's the attic window which is really high up, wouldn't stop playing in my mind. I shivered at the thought.

"No mom. Nothing really happened. I just...I just saw one of our neighbors walking outside late at night so I freaked out. And...and also the stress of moving and all..."

She sighed, "Alright missy, no laptop for you today."

"What?! But mom-"

"No buts! Now eat your breakfast and go out for some fresh air. Get some Sun under your skin."

"But mom-"

"Ah, ah, ah." She interrupted. "I said 'no buts' didn't I?"

I groaned and sat to finish my French toast and milk. Just great. Day one in our new house and I'm already getting punished.

I finished my breakfast and went up to change. I wore a white shirt with black faded skinny jeans. I tied my hair into a high ponytail- nah I think I'll let it down. I thought of bringing my mp3 with me but decided against it for once. I wore my white sneakers and headed out.

...

Damn this is boring...

I kept walking around the neighborhood and finally got bored of the view. There's literally no one that looks good enough to strike a conversation with. And the heat is getting to my head. I seriously should've tied my hair into a ponytail. I wipe a sweat from my forehead and sigh. Ok now, how about a morning jog?

I started jogging around the neighborhood. I felt the air blow against my face as I kept my breathing steady while running. I can see why people do this. It feels damn amazing.

I crashed just halfway to my goal, exhausted. Ok I take it back, I cannot see why people do this. Seriously Truth? Just halfway? Even a twelve year old can do better than you. You seriously can't get more pathetic than this. Well whatever, I've never been good in running anyway. Though I wonder if I could go way farther than this if a dog was chasing me.

"FUDGE, NO! STOP!"

"WOOF! WOOF!"

Say what now?