Creepypasta: The Story

Revenge

               Jeff had just taken off the sleep mask he had on, (He needed it to sleep well; He had no eyelids.) when he realized it was far earlier than he usually woke up. About 4:30. He looked out the window and instantly got the answer to why. There was a thunderstorm going on outside. The occasional flash of lightning, and constant patter of rain told him that. He shrugged, and thought this'd be a good time to get up anyway. Early homicidal maniac gets the kill. He stretched. And, careful not to wake the smiling canine next to him, he went into what was hardly worthy of the name 'kitchen', it almost being devoid of food except for a few loaves of bread, and cut himself, with his own knife, a few slices. Even murderers needed breakfast. Right before he took the bite that would finish the last slice off... Something out the window caught his eye. A figure standing there. A dark figure. Humanoid... He doubted it was one of the 'Creeps' as Slender called them. Jeff hated being called a 'Creep'. He was a murderer, not a stalker. But he decided it'd do. Either way, Jeff decided to check it out. He went to the window that was next to the door and peeked out. From one of the flashes of lightning, Jeff saw that the figure had a mask on... Very similar to... Was it Masky? No, he usually wore that orange coat or whatever. This figure had on a black hoodie. Or shirt. Jeff couldn't tell what it was. What was revealed from the next flash from the lightning surprised him. It was not a male figure. It was a female. And holding a knife, too. But the thing that Jeff saw that piqued his interest the most was her skin. White. Like his own. But she had no blood on her knife. Or anywhere on her at all, it seemed. Should Jeff go out and check? Perhaps he shouldn't. But, he did anyway. He creaked open the door. The sight of the non-moving figure was almost eerie in the dark of this night. "Oh, Miss?" He asked, in his deranged, cracked voice. "I do believe you took a wrong turn." He said, smiling wide. The woman responded with readying her knife.

"Jeff." She said. And for some reason he recognized the voice. He could not put a name on it, in his current state of insanity. All he knew was that the voice was filled with resentment, hatred, scorn, and hostility.

"Oh hello deary~" He almost dreamily said. "Come thee, to make mine dreams come true?" He asked, literally not knowing what he was talking about. He had an idea, but it quickly blew away into the debris of his fractured mind.

"Close." She said. "I've come to put you to sleep. But there will be no dreams. And you'll never wake up again." She said, and almost instantly lunged at Jeff with her knife. She was about 6 feet away, so it gave Jeff plenty of time to thrust his knife at her, not really knowing what was going on. That moment where they were both running at each other was almost in slow motion. Jeff's bloodshot eyes stared into the dark void that was her eyes. The woman quickly dodged Jeff's attack, and, from behind him now, launched a counter-offensive, stabbing Jeff in the lower shoulder. It did not go deep; Jeff moved away quickly. But it was painful. Not that it affected Jeff much. The woman was untouched by his blade.

"Who art thou, maiden, who wish-eth to strike me down?" Jeff asked, still using his ye old English voice, and in his, overall, pathetic British accent. He even added hand movements, as if he was in a play.

"A ghost from your past." She said. "Who has come to haunt you." She responded coldly. All of a sudden, that voice... It plunged Jeff into one of his more lucid moments. He knew exactly who she was. And she was right. A girl from his school. Who lived across the street. Who had been unfortunately and unnecessarily been tangled up in the mess that was Jeff's life. He remembered well what had happened. He'd made her beautiful like he was. Without the iconic smile, though. Along with a side dish of killing her family. Jeff knew why she was attacking now: Revenge. She must've been hellbent on it.

"Jane?" He asked, as if it was all a dream. "Jane..." He tried to think of her last name.

"Arkensaw." She said, and, timed perfectly, lightning struck as she finished. She lunged at him once more. Jeff thought his blade snagged her shoulder, but he was sure of this: She missed him. He was thankful for that. Those things hurt worse than Jeff thought. In this lucid moment he almost felt bad. It soon disintegrated into pure rage and a thirst for blood, however. Like it always did. All of a sudden, before he could even turn around, something was snagging onto Jeff's hoodie. It was as if a tree had grown out right below his feet. As he adjusted, he saw Jane was caught in it too. He tried to slice whatever was holding him up, until he saw what it was. The Slenderman had gotten hold of them. All of a sudden, his tentacles surrounded Jeff's and, as he saw, Jane's, knife hand. They were defenseless.

"What is the meaning of this?" The voice was dark and distorted. It almost made Jeff afraid. Jane did not answer, so Jeff did.

"Settling a bout, oh glorious king of anonymity and creepiness." He said, sarcastically. Jeff saw that Jane was afraid. She hid it well; But not well enough to escape the unblinking eyes of Jeff.

"Who is it you battle?" It asked.

"Jane. Jane... Arkansas." He said it like the 's' wasn't silent, and as if he didn't know it wasn't spelt the same as the state.

"Settle your feud some other time, and other place." He said. "Or your bodies shall forever hang from a tree." He threatened, and slowly lowered the two to the ground.

"You are lucky today, Jeffrey. But I shall have my revenge. Mark my words, Killer. Your last victim shall be you." She said, and running into the forest, blending into the darkness. Jeff scoffed. Though, somewhere in between the fight and Slenderman talking them down, Jeff had gone into one of his lucid moments.

"I do not know of what you did to her. But you shall not settle the score here." Slenderman said, and was, in an instant, gone. Jeff decided to get some more sleep. It took a while, having to process the new information. Someone was trying to kill him. He shrugged it off and slept pretty quick after that. But he'd be alert, now. One of them is going to have to die before this is settled; He knew that. But he did not yet know which. But... He also didn't know which he wanted more, either.