Smile Darling (Jeff the Killer)

Not so imaginary

I whipped my head around to look at the window, and knew that Colbys' imaginary friend, wasn't so imaginary anymore.

He was wearing a white hoodie and he had shoulder-length black hair. Just like Colby described him. But there were a few details he left out. Terrifying ones. He had a permanent smile, cut into his cheeks. His eyes were ice blue, but they looked dark and cold.

But then the shocking truth slapped me across the face. The killer I had read about and obsessed over, was real.

I tried screaming but noise failed to go with it. Colby started screaming, and I picked him up and grabbed the phone. I ran next door to the Johnson's house. But while I ran, I dropped the phone and it shattered into a million pieces. I growled in frustration. I pounded on their door and I handed them Colby. I told them that someone was at our house, and they told me to get inside as well.

But I protested, And they didn't argue with me any longer.

I ran back to my house and slammed the door shut and locked it. I rummaged through drawers in the kitchen until I found a knife.

I never thought I would do this. I ran back into Colbys' room and saw that the window was open. Fear shot right through me like a bullet. This madman was in my house, and I knew there was no escape now. I was snapped out of my thoughts when a hand covered my mouth and a knife was held at my throat.

This was it, I was going to die. No, NO! I won't just give up! I threw my head back and it hit him in the face. He let go of me immediately. I tried running, but he grabbed me by the hair and yanked me back. Man, this was probably the only time I've ever wanted short hair.

"You shouldn't run from me...." He said. "Go die in a hole!" I said kicking him in the shin. Wow, nice come back Kate...gosh.

He yelped in pain, and I ran out of the room. Then I noticed that the knife I had been holding, was no longer in my hand. I knew that I had to find something to defend myself with, so I grabbed a rolling pin and held it up defensively.

I saw him walk down the hallway slowly, holding my knife and his. "Looking for something?" He said holding my knife. He threw them at me and I ducked just in time. That was close. He lunged at me with the knife and aimed for my heart. I sidestepped just in time. Before he could regain his balance, I whacked him on the head with the rolling pin. He dropped like a sack of flour.

I sat on top of him with all of my wait and pinned him to the floor. A few seconds later, he woke up. "Hey! Get. Off. Of. Me!" He said struggling to get free. I raised the rolling pin again, and he stopped struggling. "Don't pull any tricks, or I'll hammer you." I said with a sense of pride in my voice.

He smirked. "Hey, your not bad for a lady." There it goes again, a guy thinking girls are nothing

But walking makeup compacts. "Hey, girls are just as good as men!" I said annoyed. He rolled his eyes. Ugh, I need to get back to the subject. Enough about woman's rights!

"Who do you think you are?! Running around slaughtering people?! That's just sick! You are nothing but a sick, twisted, monster!" I yelled at him angrily. "I know." He said.

I was taken back by surprise. A killer admitting he was a monster? That's unheard of.

"Excuse me?" I asked. Thinking I didn't hear him correctly. "I know I'm a monster." He said sighing. It seemed forced. Probably because I was sitting on him.

But then I noticed his hand. It was slowly inching toward the knife he dropped. He was trying to distract me so he can grab the knife! I picked up the knife and threw it across the room.

"I said to not pull any tricks!" I yelled again. Raising the rolling pin.

He tried shielding his face, but it was no use, the rolling pin knocked him out again.