Taken. Jeff The Killer X Reader. Dark Story By RoverRose

Chapter 71: She's here...

This chapter contains vulgar language.

be prepared!

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Lying in the room was of no help for your rest. The thoughts of the little girl crying constantly rummaged through your mind and you had trouble focusing on anything else. Not that there was much to focus on in this godforsaken dark and dull room.

When Jeff would be gone the only things you could do was go to the bathroom, sleep and stare outside. Well, the bathroom was out of order right now, since Jeff had gone on a rampage and all. You hadn't seen the damage yet but boy, you did not want to clean that mess up.

Staring out of the window wasn't that thrilling either. There was almost no illumination and the only things seen were the shadows of the equally dark trees scraping against the window frame. Almost as if they were motioning for you, whispering things to you like:

'Come closer, touch us. Come here, come with us, we won't hurt you. Give your hand." In a creepy, sinister way. You didn't like the darkness, and you certainly didn't like the look of the outside world from your window.

Then there was really nothing else to do but think.

It was why this little girl was so intriguing. You wanted to know who she was and why she was plaguing your dreams. The size and reality of this dream was different than any dream you've had before, even the dreams which replayed the death of Sandy and Lola over and over again didn't even come close to this one.

It was like she was calling you, like she desperately needed you to do something. You were her hero, just like you were the only form of hero your friends could have when it came to this hell. The only one who had a slightly bigger chance to get them out alive.

If they all were alive, that is.

You wondered why Jeff had reacted so strongly to her. When you had told him what you'd dreamed about he almost seemed angry and... Scared maybe? That could be explained by various reasons. Maybe this little girl, how completely innocent and small she looked, was really a dangerous, sickening and crazy psychopath, just like all the others.

But you had never seen it before.

Every single killer you had encountered was somewhat related to something crazy, something utterly and utmost terrifying insane. For example a clown... Now those weren't really your favorites before... You always knew that there was something sinister about them. The way they always seemed to smile, the way they always seemed to laugh everything off... It felt unnatural.

Then the others... Eyes leaking blood red liquid, filled with sinister intent and lust for death. Masked men by whom you could almost smell their insanity and need for blood flowing off of them. Their voices laced with aggressiveness, their intentions portrayed by their ruthless, disgusting actions... And their aura choking yours with might and hatred.

Not to mention the last and most feared one. The malformed and melted face, the broken and shattered mind and the absolutely wrong self-image... The one keeping you, abusing you and playing you over and over again with no end and no mercy...

But above all they had one thing in common. One thing which they had showed you over and over again until you could call yourself an expert by experience. The one thing which made them all recognizable even in the utter darkness.

They all had this... Unknown, scary look in their eyes which gave you the chills. You couldn't exactly describe what it was, what you felt when you linked eyes with one of those creatures.