And You[Jeff The Killer Story]

Chapter 1

Oh hey guys! What's up? Just a little info and stuff, before you read. When a name that is pronounced differently than its spelled comes up, I will put the pronunciation in [    ]. And it won't update as often as I would like because I don't have Internet much, and writing takes time. The chapters will fall between 1,500 to 5,000 words each usually. A word count may sometimes be put on the bottom. Also, the cover image belongs to Sarcanide on deviantArt. Original image is above. So, how about we start with some questions?

1) What do you readers want to be referred to? (Eg. Cometts)

2) What's your favorite Creepypasta fanfiction?

The screams of hundreds reverberated through the room as a now blood-covered man stood, and brushed a little blood off his face. "Who's up next?" He asked, surveying the group, and licking blood off his knife. He waited another minute, before laughing, and locking eyes with a woman at the front of the group. Tears formed in her eyes, and she started to back away, but he surged forward, with knife in hand. "Now, why don't you be a good girl, and do as I say." He whispered in her ear, his tone intimidating. 

She nodded, and he moved back towards his previous location, a knife still at her neck. She followed, fearful for her life. "Now, you know who I am, don't you?" He asked, his smile widening. She nodded slightly, before looking down at her feet. "Then why not tell these lovely, clueless, people." He said, and removed the knife from her neck.

"J-Jeff. His name is J-Jeff, and he's a serial killer." Several people turned and ran for the exit, stopping at the sight of a black haired woman in a black dress. "Now Jeff, why kill all these innocent people?" She asked, taking a few steps closer. The man, Jeff, glanced at her. 

"Jane. What a lovely surprise. I wasn't expecting you tonight." He said, and turned back to the woman. "I didn't expect to be here either, but here I am." Jane said, the knife behind her back ready to end him.

Jeff traced the woman's face with the knife, leaving a line of blood from the knife. It hadn't been painful, but the  kicking child in her stomach was. She clutched her stomach and groaned, unwary of the knife ready to stab into her back. Jeff watched her struggle to maintain a standing position, and Jane darted into the shadows, taking this chance to attack. Jumping out at him, she kicked his knife out of his hand, hand tackled him. The woman stumbled towards the exit, pain still wracking her body. Jeff, who was busily wrestling with Jane, caught sight of her. 

"One day, you'll regret that move." Jeff called out, and didn't hesitate to deliver a kick to Jane's stomach and send her off of him. The door slammed shut, and he knew the woman was gone.

But he didn't worry. She would pay dearly, and she knew it.

Caoilainn [Pronounced Kay-Leen] yawned and stretched her arms. She hadn't slept much last night, mostly because of a friend who kept messaging her. A scratchy meow distracted her from her thoughts, and she looked over at her desk, where a black cat, his fur streaked with grey, was sleeping. She grinned, and tiptoed to the desk. As she neared the desk, she yelled Boo! loudly. The cat screeched, and tumbled off the desk, meowing.

He glanced at Caoilainn, before flicking his tail and walking away. "That cat is too funny." She said, giggling. Her phone buzzed again, and she was surprised to find a message from her mother.

It was just one word, and she didn't worry of its nature.

"Goodnight."

It wasn't even bedtime, or nighttime. She typed up a response, and sent it, hoping for an explanation. After a couple minutes of waiting, she put the phone in her pocket, and left the room, now on the hunt for snacks.