Jeff The Killer (ImmortalHD short story)

Hi Lovies! I've been gone a long time but I thought I'd try to make my comeback. This was originally made for my Spanish class last year but I wrote it in English to make my life easier and I thought, "Hey, why not embarrass myself and publish a terrible short story." So here it goes. Enjoy!
~ Mistilicious12

Creepy pasta

I'm scared.
I'm terified.
I'm absolutely petrified.

If anyone were in my shoes right now, they would probably be feeling the same way I am right now. I am currently curled up in my bathtub, crying silently as I wait for the worse to happen. But let me introduce myself. I am Aleksandr Marchant, a 21 year old Russian. I moved to America when I was 8 and lost my accent as I grew. I'm 5'11 and have shaggy dark brown hair and brown eyes. I dont know how much time I have left but welcome to my story.

It started a few months back, when my friend introduced me to the world of CreepyPastas. Some say they're myths, some say they're real, but I say that's bull. They're just story's that people with no lives make to entertain and terrify little children. I mean who actually believes that something like the Slenderman exists? He's not real. It's absolutely impossible to be 7 feet tall with no face unless your a mutation of some sort.

When I got back home I decided to do some more research on these CreepyPastas starting with one if the most famous, Jeff the killer. It says his brother was sent to juvey for apparently assaulting three kids. Oh, but it gets worse. Jeff and his parents were at a birthday party when the kids attacked him and almost killed him. Jeff snapped and killed the kids but not before getting bleach spilled on him and being set aflame. In the end, Jeff murders his parents and kills his little brother in his sleep. Well this got depressing. I shut off my laptop and sit down on my bed. Reading this was a bad idea.

I Skype my beautiful girlfriend of 5 years. The typical I miss you, how's school going? She was telling me about something she learned in class when I heard glass breaking from the kitchen.
I told Allison i'd be right back and carefully make my way to the kitchen. I expected it to be my best friend Eddie coming home but this was not him. This thing in front of me could not be classified as human let alone a thing. "It" was pale with no eyelids only burnt skins surrounding them and a wicked grin that never seemed to end. His hair was a burned and his lips were a scarlet red. I saw something glimmer in the dark which would be his infamous knife. This abomination is no other than the famous Jeff the killer.

I froze in my tracks. Any sudden movement and he would attack. That's when I felt it coming... A sneeze. I tried to hold it in but with no availe I failed. My sneeze echoed through the house and I could hear my blood pump through my veins. That's when he raised his knife and lunged at me. I wasn't so fast at reacting and he fell on top of me. I grabbed his hand which contained the knife and tried to pull it away from me with all my strength possible. I guess I wasn't strong enough because he stabbed me in my right shoulder. I screamed out in pain as he retracted the knife and let the red liquid ouze out of it. He tried to stab me again but I pushed him off me and started to crawl away. He was going to catch me if I kept crawling so I got up and sprinted to the closest bathroom which would be on the other side of the house. Luckily for me, I took track in high school so it wasn't hard for me to pick up my pace and keep a stedy breathing. In 10 seconds I rush into my bathroom and slam the door shut. After locking the door I slowly back away from the door and slide in my welcoming bathtub. That's why I Aleksander Marchant sit here in my bathtub trying to calm myself down. Not even 5 seconds later I hear screeching and banging on the door. I knew the door wasn't going to hold long and it was going to collapse, soon releasing the monster in my only safe spot. I brace myself when I see the hinges fall off the door but what I expect is to see a monster jump at me and slit my throat but what actually happens are 6 police officers guns in hands.

"Are you Aleksander?" a chubby officer with a beard that looks to be in his late 30's asks.

"NO!! THERE'S THIS THING AFTER ME!!! HE ATTACKED ME AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE HE WENT!!" I screamed at him. I had a tough childhood so I was taught not to cry, but at this monent I couldn't care less. I was practically bawling my eyes out infront of 6 grown men.

"Sir, please calm down. A young girl called us saying she was your girlfriend and that she heard you screaming. Is everything alright?"

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE EVERYTHING'S OKAY?! IM BLEEDING FROM MY FREAKING SHOULDER BECAUSE SOME KIND OF NON EXISTENT CREATURE! HE'S STILL IN THE HOUSE!! I CAN FEEL IT!"

"Sir, who's in the house?"

"JEFF!"

The chubby officer ordered to other cops to search around my house while he walked me over to the ambulance they got for me. They drove me to the hospital where the procedure to fix my shoulder begain. They later informed me that Jeff was never found and is still on the loose.

It's been a few days since the incident. I've been released from the hospital and have been told to get lots of rest. I'm not tired and I don't plan on getting some rest in a while until I know I'm safe from... him. I asked Allison to move in with me, I feel much safer around her. She's going to move in after she finishes her last year of school, luckily for me which is in a few weeks and hopefully we can forget about this terrible nightmare called reality. I took my pain killers and headed to bed. When my head hit the pillow I instantly fell asleep. It was around 2:10 am when I woke up. Something didn't feel right. Something was off. I just ignored the feeling knowing it was just my paranoia and tried to doze off. But that's when I heard it. That taunting voice that brought me into this never ending nightmare. It said "Go To Sleep."