Stolen From The World

Chapter One

A cold, restless night it was. I hated it. Even as the warm, summer air blew in from my window, and over my bed where I slept, I couldn't get warm.

Huddled under five, six now that I got up to grab another, blankets, and a heating pad on my bare chest, I was still shivering, cold. My mother didn't help either; she always had the AC on full blast at night during the summer.

June 3, 2015. Summer break and I was in summer school. I mean, my own girlfriend doesn't even help me. Always hanging out with her friends or too busy to even talk to me.

They give too much homework. Yeah, okay, I flunked all my classes but math, which I got a low C, and Language Arts, which was a high D. The others... eh, all F's.

Digressing back to my girlfriend, I might just break up with her. She never really bothered to mind me anyway. I mean, she's alw-

My thoughts were interrupted by my phone lighting up and buzzing once.

I reached over and plucked it off my desk, squinting at the bright light.

New Voice Message From Kasey.

Oh, great.

'Hey, Dallas? It's Kasey-' Yeah, yeah. I know who it Frikken is! 'I just wanted to say, we're done. I'm through with you never paying any mind to me or hanging out with me. So, never call me, text me or talk to me ever again. And delete my number from your phone, arsehole.'

"Will do," I mumbled, chuckling quietly as I erased her number, pictures, and texts from my phone.

Once I turned off my phone, darkness encased me once again. I froze for a second, paralyzed before turning my phone back on and scanning the room. Of course, there was no one and nothing there.

I set the phone on the nightstand, letting the backlight turn off on its own. But the feeling of being watched didn't leave.

The wind whistled through the trees, carrying the soft, spooky sound through my window. But, it was louder than earlier. I reached out and pushed the drapes away from the window ever so slowly. The window was open, fully instead of being open an inch or two as it was before I went to bed.

I raised an eyebrow questionably, my hands starting to shake violently. I dropped the drapes and sat up, pushing the covers off me.

Now, my room was heating up quickly with the window open. The AC shut off just as I hugged my knees to my chest, trying to become one with the corner and the pillows that covered my feet. My breath quickened, unusual red eyes scanning the pitch black room in fear. It only lasted a few seconds before I could hardly breathe and couldn't move. I made the mistake of closing my eyes.

My body froze, paralyzed in fear. It didn't respond to the command 'move'. I was frozen. I couldn't even speak. It felt as if I moved something, or someone would kill me.

And it seems I was right.

A dark laugh echoed through the small room. It rang through my head, repeating and repeating even as it did stop slowly.

"I wonder where he went," it said slowly, footsteps getting closer to the bed, then further.

My breath hitched in my throat. This time, my eyes opened by themselves, widening as a face I knew all too well was a few inches from mine.

Black, shoulder length hair, dark, almost black eyes, black rings around his eyes, no eyelids. White, leathery skin, white, blood-stained hoodie. The wide, cut smile; skin cut from the corners of his mouth close to his ears.

"I found you," Jeff the Killer taunted.

The blood rushed from my face. His knife glinted in the soft moonlight as the drapes were pushed away from the window.

"Go. To. Sleep," he whispered.

"Don't go to sleep," another voice, female, growled from behind him, "You'll never wake up."

Jeff pulled himself off the bed and stood in front of the female. Her dress was black, mid-thigh length. She wore black high heels, her hair mid-back length, and a midnight black. Skin as pale as the full moon. She wore a mask, black lips, black eyes, black eyebrows. There was no expression.

Jane the Killer.

"Are you stopping me again, Jane?" Jeff asked, mockingly.

Jane didn't say anything.

Jeff took the chance and pounced on her, well, tried, but she seemed to be expecting this, sidestepping out of his way. He fell face-first on the ground.

I took my chance and lunged for the window, sliding out and dropping to the ground from the second story. My ankle twisted painfully to the side, forcing me to the ground. I gave out a loud yelp as I did.

Please be a dream. Please be a dream. I pleaded to myself, standing up.

I looked up at my window just in time to see Jane drag Jeff back into the room.

"Run!" She shouted,

I wasted no time in turning and running as fast as I could with the twisted ankle. With each step, pain flared up my leg. Though I pushed on, running across the street but, just as I made it to the other side, my foot caught onto the curb. I fell forward, thrusting my hands out to catch my fall, but that didn't stop my torso from hitting the sidewalk and scratching up.

And what made it worse was, the foot with the twisted ankle was the one that hit the curb.

I turned so I was lying on my back and covered my mouth with my left hand.

"Son of a- ugh!" I moaned in pain.

A shadow loomed over me, the light of the full moon blacked out by Jane's silhouette. She knelt beside me, placing her hand, fingerless biker gloves covering them, over my abs, tracing each scratch. It stung.

"We need to get going. I only stalled him for so long," she said.

I replied, "How?" and winced as I moved into a sitting position.

She shrugged, her head tilted to the left as she stood up, "Used his own knife to pin his hand to the wall."

I laughed quietly, taking her hand as I stood up.

"Stronger than you look," I commented.

"Thanks," she replied, I get that a lot."

I nodded, placing my left arm over her shoulders, her arm cradling my back and I limped towards the woods.

"Until he leaves," Jane said, "we need to stay hidden."

She and I sat behind a bush. Cliche af, but she knelt back beside my foot and ever-so-carefully felt my ankle. I winced, forcing myself not to pull my foot away.

"It's swollen. You might have to get it checked out by a doctor," she sighed, "He's not going to stop until you're dead."

I didn't say anything, but nodded, closing my eyes.

I was a Creepypasta fan. Knew some stuff about them. But I didn't know they were real and this is not how I wanted to meet them but, it's a start.

My torso ached, my ankle throbbed, my head pounded. I was tired and done with tonight.

"He's gone," I heard Jane whisper.

I hummed and forced myself up, dozing off slightly.

I don't know how, but when I woke up, I was in bed, my torso wrapped up and a note in my hand. I opened the note and sighed,

'You fell asleep halfway on me. I was lucky enough not to drop you as I got you into your room. I'll be keeping an eye out for you. Jeff got scolded by Slenderman so I don't know what's going to happen next. If you see me around, don't freak out, Jeff might be nearby. Stay safe and I'll see you soon.'
~Jane

So they are real.