Chapter 8- the Unwanted house guest

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It seemed like forever when the two killers were walking on the road in the darkness. Neither one of them spoke as they kept their eyes on the road, watching out for anything that might come up on the path to catch them off guard. Already after walking for a couple of hours on the road, Jeff and Jane found a small abandoned house where they could stay for a while until they had the energy to continue walking.

As Jane was busy combing her hair to get rid of the tangles, Jeff helped himself with looking through the stack of newspapers that were collecting dust, he wiped his hand on the dust to push it off of the papers as he read the words carefully, finding a few peculiar interesting things in there that could be helpful to help him and Jane along the way.

"There is something about a help wanted ad for a babysitter." Jeff mused as he studied the words carefully. As he searched the wanted ad, Jeff just about narrowed his eyes in confusion as he tried to decipher the words that were completely faded.

Jane shook her head, clearly not amused by what he had found and took the newspaper out of his hands. "Hey! I was reading that!" Jeff protested in a child-like manner.

"It doesn't matter anyway." Jane told while she scrunched up the newspaper in her hands and threw the paper ball away from her and her teacher. "We are not planning on babysitting while Randy and Keith are running around killing people." She bent down to the other stacks of newspapers as she searches through them to try to find anything useful, but seeing that there was nothing else she sighed and slammed her hands on the newspapers in frustration.

"Like it or not Jane, we need the money to keep ourselves protected from being seen by Randy and Keith." Jeff said, reaching for something in his pants pocket. Jane noticed a wallet in his hands once when he was done searching. How odd was it that she didn't see him pack that item while they were back at the house?

"Where did you find that?" She asked hesitantly, hoping that it was his wallet and not someone else's.

Jeff's smile grew as he replied. "I stole this from Tony once when I got rid of his body." Upon seeing that Jane was not convinced by his explanation, he narrowed his eyes. "The dead don't need money where they are going Jane, so you can relax now."

Jane sighed, still not sure whether to relax or not. "I know. I just don't feel comfortable with stealing things that don't belong to us."

"All the dead need to worry about is either flying around in heaven or being cooked underground like steaks." Jeff told her as he took out some one dollars and a ten before putting the wallet back where he had it. "Right now, we need to worry about getting some breakfast." Jane nodded, agreeing with him.

A sudden knock on the door froze them in their tracks. Jeff and Jane looked at each other in confusion, wondering if Randy and Keith had found them already. Jeff unsheathed his butcher knife and slowly crept towards the door, he could not hear any noise from the other side. His hand touched the doorknob and quickly opened it. To his relief, nobody was right by the door.

But there was a boxed up package that was present on the floor. Jane narrowed her eyes and picked it up, examining the note that was stuck on the package. "Its a message from Slenderman." She said, a little bit surprised.

"Oh great," Jeff groaned in annoyance. "what does he want with us now?" He closed the door again, making sure that nobody saw him and Jane inside of the house.

"It says here that there is one weapon we can use in case we need help to murder our desired victims," Jane read the note. "Slenderman is merely telling us that with this item he has sent us, we can call on one of those mysterious beings that will help us into finishing the mission." She shook the package a bit, hearing a little movement inside. She tore the brown paper till it revealed a small box which contained the one thing that the supernatural creature had sent to them. Jane scratched on the tape surrounding the box and opened it, to her surprise, it was just a toy that a normal kid would be interested in.

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