Jeff always had a special glow in his dark empty eyes at the sight of organs and blood. Threw his eyes, its the best thing for entertainment for miles. He stole each life with such precise cuts, leaving no room for flaw.Never has he frowned upon death..Mainly because he cant...but otherwise it was just to fun, putting all the children to sleep, anyone in his way into an eternal slumber. How do you stop such a person who enjoy all these things?you don't..It stops itself..
Things took a drastic turn for Jeff on the night of his birthday. he was feeling quite lonely and..unsettled.He decided to go to the place he once called home. Big mistake. Jeff walked upstairs to a pitch black area which was his room and plopped right onto the bed that was there.
"Another year of life, another year of many slow deaths," he chuckled at his remark and glared out the window to see the same tree that has been there since he was 13,"Happy Birthday dumb ass" he sighed to himself
Jeff tossed and turned in the bed and eventually sat up to a strange sight at the corner of his eye. A Younger girl that looked the age of 12-13 stood at the edge of his bed with a terrified look on her face...
Who was this strange man in her bed? and why was he so white...
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Aren't I Beautiful Ms...?
FanfictionDosent everyone have that special someone out there? Well what if that "special someone" is a serial killer who dosen't even know you exist and whom you dint know yourself was a killer? Well...you deal with it. But what if that killer fell for you...
