The Stoneson Family (Jeff The Killer x Samantha Stoneson)

Chapter 18

Samantha: Omfg! So close to chap 2O!! ^o^ ^~^

Jeff: Amazing. But one question.

Samantha: What?

Jeff: HOW DA FUCK DOES THAT LOVE ONE HAVE 4OO VIEWS ALREADY FUCKING DAMMIT!

Samantha: I don't know.......

Me: It's what is really popular on wattpad right now.

Jeff: Oh, so you're saying that Creepypasta isn't really popular on wattpad right now?

Me: .........

Jeff: HA! I knew you didn't know the answer.

Criminal: Shut the fucking fuck up and get on with the fucking book!

Me: On with the chapter. ^.^

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DON'T FORGET TO DO MANY THINGS!

LOVE YA!

-kenzo

Chapter 18

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Samantha's Point Of View

After the argument, I walked upstairs and I just then noticed that my purple hoodie had blood stains on it. I just smiled and laid down.

About 5 minutes later, Jeff walked in. "Hey, s--- for the argument."

"S? Or do you mean sorry." I teased.

"Um...." He said. I slapped his back really hard and he spat up the word. "Sorry." He spat out.

"Fuck....." He said. Jeff ran out of the room and into the bathroom. I didn't feel any fear so I raced into the bathroom. I couldn't help but gasp. Jeff was coughing up blood.

"Jeff..... I'm sorry.............." I said, starting to cry. My caramel eyes stared at him. He then turned and stared into my eyes. He took out his knife.

"J-Jeff, what are you going to do with that knife?" I stuttered. I quickly put one hand into my pocket and grasped my knife. He ran at me and tried to stab me. He wasn't coughing up blood anymore, he was only tensed. He had no control of what he was doing and I could see a tear run down his face.

I pulled out my knife and pointed it at him, "Don't you fucking dare." I growled.

He then got control back and put the knife into his pocket and I did too. He then ran to me and started laughing.

"You seriously fell for that!?" He chuckled. Pure hatred rose up to my face but I didn't show my expression.

"I hate you Jeff!" I yelled as I jumped out the window and looked for a kill. I was starving for blood, craving for it, dying for it.

Jeff's Point Of View

I didn't mean for her to be mad. I just thought of pulling a trick on her. Fuck. NOW, she's out in the night, probably craving for blood, and hates me. She just needs to let off some steam. And.....

Oh no.... Ben.......

"SAMANTHA!" I yelled and jumped out the window and ran after her blood scent. I then approached a house and I heard screams. Painful screams that was music to my ears. I climbed into the window to see Samantha slitting a woman's throat and licking off the blood.

"Perfect......" She chuckled darkly and didn't notice me and ran for the child. I followed. I saw her pick up the boy, throw him at the wall, and stabbed him in the heart. She chuckled and licked off the blood from the knife. Then, she turned around to see me.

"J-Jeff. What are YOU doing here!?" She growled, drawing her knife on me.

"I came because I wanted to say........." I hesitated. "sorry."

She put her knife away and ran up to me and kissed me softly. "Oh Jeff...... I can never stay mad at you." She started to cry, hugging me tighter.

"Shhh........" I said. "Just go to sleep." She let go of me, and I picked her up and took her home. I'd do anything for her. She was like a delicate girl to me who was like a kill that never was killed.

Samantha's Point Of View

~-Flashback-~

I was driving home and I opened the door. I saw that Lisa and Cassidy's lights were on.

"GIRLS!" I yelled.

No response.

SHIT!

I ran upstairs and I saw their bodies on the floor cut and had a smile carved into their faces.

"Why did this have to happen on Christmas......" I cried.

"Because, many reasons." An ominous voice said. I turned around to see a man. A man that had black hair, no eyelids, a white hoodie, black dressed pants, Converse shoes, and a smile carved into his face.

"AHHH!!!" I screamed.

~-End Of Flashback-~

I woke up to be crying and in the abandoned house. I looked up to see Jeff holding me.

"What's wrong." Jeff said as he wiped the tears from my face.

"I had a flashback of seeing my children........" I hesitated. "dead......."

Jeff hugged me into his chest and whispered. "I'm sorry.........."

I smiled and snuggled into his hoodie and said, "You'll be the perfect father for our kid."

He kissed my forehead and we went to bed in the bed, snuggling.