Mykie went home early, she wasn't feeling well. I was bored and had nothing to do. I remembered Mykie wanted me to read "Jeff the Killer". I opened up Wattpad and began to read the story. The story started off boring and normal, then Jeff showed up. I started to feel excitement. This didn't feel like something I'd do. Fangirling over a serial killer? No no no. I finished the entire book that night, in one sitting. Scarier part is, I only enjoyed the parts when he killed someone. I looked up another and another and another. I couldn't stop. They were too good. I started frantically reading them all. I wouldn't stop. I didn't go to school for 7 days, because i was too obsessed to stop reading about them. No one noticed me doing this. I always lied saying i didn't feel good. Maybe it was an obsession? I didn't care, I loved it.
