He lives nextdoor

Look down

"Can you tie this for me please?" My fingers deftly wrapped the dark green bow around a section of Alice's hair. She popped her hazel eye contacts in and applied some dark red lipstick. Standing back, she admired her hardwork as she ran her hands over the white fabric of her dress. She really did look like a broken doll tonight. "Where's your knife?" she murmured through a mouthful of gummi bears. "Huh?" I was too worried about my missing journal to pay much attention. If someone read it, I'd surely be sent to an asylum or something. "Okay then. Jennifer the Killer." Why was she wiggling her eyebrows and winking at me? Oh right, my costume screamed Jeff. I had spent a solid hour on my makeup, painting my own joker-esque smile and white face. Fake blood stains adorned the fabric of my white hoodie, and not to mention my blood-dipped knife looked exceptional when I raised it menacingly.

It took us less than 15 minutes to drive to Lynn's house. The soft glow of orange lanterns lit up the path to her doorway where Lynn stood. She was the most voluptuous witch I had ever seen. "Aaaah!" Man she could scream loudly. "You guys look so cute!" We exchanged hugs and entered the crowded house. Music blared and the smell of alcohol grew stronger with every step we took. Carefully, I made my way to the alcohol. "Jennifer!" A short brunette yelled from across the room. "Oh shit." I chucked my hoodie up. Kayla Green; one of the many people in this world, that I wished I could watch bleed to death. Flesh was exposed and her chest giggled as she strutted towards me. Typical of her to come dressed as a slutty dancer. I needed to get out of there. I swiftly grabbed a vodka cruiser and shot upstairs. Being the height I was came in handy sometimes, as Kayla didn't even see me run off.

I sat on the windowsill, watching as the grey sky grew darker and darker with every passing minute. A breeze blew past my face as I pushed the window open and flung my legs out over the edge. The alcohol burned as it glided down my throat, fuelling the fire of hatred within me as it reached my stomach. Leaning my head on the window frame, I sighed loudly. "Jennifer." I didn't bother to see who it was. Fingers as cold as ice were instantly placed under my chin, moving my head to face my company's. "Jeff?" I began to shake violently, realizing that Jeff could push me out the window any second now. "You look," there was a painful pause as I silently prayed that he didn't kill me right now. "Pretty." His obsidian eyes scanned my face before dropping his hand to his side. What did he just say? The smell of rust seemed to linger on my cheek. "I killed Kayla." Undeniable satisfaction was evident in his eyes as he licked his fingers and took a sit beside me. "What the?" I began to wipe the blood from my cheek, before having my hand snatched away from me. His tongue felt soft and his breath was hot against the skin of my palm. "Want to see her body?" Finding it hard to process everything that was happneing, I nodded my head as if in slow motion. Jeff leant in and whispered, "look down."