Crook A Jeff the Killer story.

Having A Spirit Attatched To You Sounds Fun, But It's Not.

Hey! I know you guys hate me but please read this chapter. It's in Masky's point of view.

First Jay, then Toby...... why? Hoodie told me not to blame myself for Toby's death, but that's not it. It's just not fair for Jay having to die. I should be the one dead, not him. If he hadn't moved in front of me when Alex pulled the trigger he'd still be alive. I should be dead. I shouldn't be alive. Jay shouldn't be dead, Toby shouldn't be dead. Crook shouldn't be afraid to even leave her room. She doesn't want to get close to anybody anymore. Jeff keeps trying to get her to come out, but I know it's hopeless. Crook just, is probably going through the same thoughts as I am. Except more directed at Toby. She'd been there when he was shot. She'd been there for the deaths of Jay and Toby. It's been more for her small body to handle. I walk by her room and sometimes hear her going off about how she should've killed Alex when she had the chance. Sometimes I just hear sobbing. I want to open the door and just hug those thoughts away, but I can't and I won't.

I barely leave my room either. Hoodie tries to get me to get out and about, he says it's not good for my health if I lock myself up in here. But I don't care. Nothing seems to matter anymore. The police found Toby's body in the woods where we had to leave him. Sometimes I wonder where he is. If he's watching over us, wondering what he can do to make us not mourn over his death. I almost smile thinking about him. Almost. Often I wonder how hard this must be for Slender. Losing Toby has had an effect on everybody, even if they don't show it like Crook and I do. Sometime's I think I see Toby. Heck, once we talked. He told me none of it was any of our fault. None of it. If it had been anyone's fault it would be the guy who had pulled the trigger.

I closed the journal and stashed it under the desk. If the others knew, they'd think I was crazy. But all of that had really happened. I'd decided to try to move on. That would be the reasonable path to go down. I just needed to get all of that out of my system. Turning around I saw Toby again.

"Whatcha writing?" He smiled and dangled his legs off the edge of the bed.

"Nothing." I blushed.

"C'mon. Whatcha writing?" He persisted.

"How do I see you?" I asked.

"What?" Toby looked as confused as I felt.

"How is it that I see you, even when your dead?"

"Simple. I'm a ghost. I've attached myself to you. And I guess that means-"

"I'm the only one that can see you. Great, I'm going insane. That's it." I leaned against the wall.

"No it's not. If I could I'd have everyone see me. But the big man up there," Toby pointed up to the ceiling, "Says I can only do that if I'm a 'sightbound spirit.' Yeah not happening. I'd rather move around."

"I hear you. SO what does the big man up there look like?" I asked.

"I'm really not sure. When I saw him he was just light everywhere." Toby shrugged, "I told him I wanted to be with my friends so here I am."

"Hmm. Well I'm going to go check on Crook and see how she's doing."  I opened the door and walked down the hall. I stopped at Crook's door, which was shut as usual, and knocked. 

"Who is it?" She sounded like she was right in front of the door. 

"It's me. Can I come in?" I asked. 

"Okay." There was the sound of something being thrown over something else then the door opened. 

"How are you?" I hugged her and she pulled away, as if afraid to touch anyone or anything. 

"I'm doing okay. Just going through somethings. You know, five stages of greif." Crook smiled a bit. 

"That's great. What stage are you on?" I asked. 

"I think I'm at......number four?" She looked up.

"Really? You don't seem that depressed to me."

"You'd be surprised as to how I express my depression. Trust me I'm working through it." Crook shivered, "Is it me or is it really cold in here?"

"It's not that cold but I'm wearing a jacket. You shoulder go put one on too" I ruffled her hair. 

"Yeah. Sure. I'll meet you downstairs." Then she shut the door. I couldn't help but notice a sheet that covered the thresh hold of her room.

"Don't ask about the sheets." I jumped and turned around to see Toby sitting on the ceiling.

"How'd you get up there?! And don't do that!" I scowled.

"Skills. And sorry. But don't ask about the sheets. She'll tell you about it when she's ready." He kinda looked like a little Zen master up there, sitting cross-legged and all.

"Why? What's with the sheets? What are they covering up? Did she drag Alex up to her room and kill him?" I asked questions one after another.

"No. Nothing like that. And i'm not gonna tell you. She has to." Toby floated down from the ceiling and pressed his ear against the door, "Better get moving she's coming to the door."

I ran downstairs like my life depended on it. Crook came down a few minutes later. Jeff hugged her and asked her what had taken her so long to get out of her room and down here with everybody else. Toby sat on the ceiling again, smiling like usual. I'd never get used to that. But whatever. As long as we were doing okay, everything was fine. A few days later, we got a call from Slender. He said that the problem at the mansion had been solved and that we could all come home. I was glad to finally get out of the house. Yet something happened before we left that ensured that we could never come back.

Ever.

Sup peoples! Yeah lots of updates!!! Woo hoo! Man I've had lots of time of Mom's computer! It's kind of awesome and sad at the same time. But at least Toby's still around right? Even if he's not alive. But c'mon the floating on the ceiling part is pretty cool. So now I think I might have Masky's POV every other third person if I remember. Remind me if I forget please. ^W^. 

Peace, Love, and Hating Alex Kralie with a burning passion,

Soph.