Change me.. (Jeff the killer love story)

Hiiii! (: this is my first creepy pasta story. And there may be some spelling errors. Lol sorry/.\ but yeah I hope you like my storie, and also my first chapters might start off short but they will get longer cx

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

I had just finished my shift at Victoria secret. I went over to my bosses, office. " Frank, Im done with my shift, bye." he looked up from the magazine he was looking at. " See you tomorrow, Breanna." I gave him a smile and walked out the huge store.

I made my way down the usual street, it was a little alley way. It was a shortcut to my house. As I walked down the alley I couldn't help but notice my surroundings, it was really dark and quiet. This has never bothered me before, so I didn't know why it was bugging me now. I ignored the feeling and kept on walking. It took me 15 minutes to get to my house. I opened the door, and made my way to my large living room. Yes I owned my own house, even though I was 16.

My parents were really rich and decided to buy me a house for my 15th birthday. I've been living alone for 1 year, not that much.. But I got used to it. My neighborhood was very quiet and abandoned. As I set my things down on the table, I looked out the window. I saw something move... I moved closer and squinted my eyes. Then suddenly a bird crashed in to the window I was looking out of, "shit!" I said while holding my hand on top of my Heart.

I quickly made my way up stairs, I was so tired, it was only a Sunday afternoon. I had school tomorrow And I wasn't in the mood. I walked down the hallway to my room, I went straight to the big mirror I had in the middle of the room. I looked at my self. I looked exhausted, and had bags under my eyes. My black long hair was tangled, it always landed in my middle back, My blue eyes, were red from the sides. And my tiny, skinny body, looked scrawny. I sighed. And went to my dresser to put my pjs on. I hope tomorrow is a good day for me. I hope..

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I heard the alarm clock
Booming in my ears. "God dammit!" I said jumping out of bed.

I always woke up 2 hours early so I could shower and do my makeup and hair. I went to my dresser and pick out some clothes. I took out some really cute light blue skinny jeans, and a black bandoo, and to top it off grabbed a Black and white sweater. I headed towards the bathroom. I set my clothes were the sink was and got nude. I turned in the shower water and let myself get hit by the by the little clear crystals.

It made me feel delighted. The water took away all that anger and exhaustion. I got out and put the towel on.. I looked in the mirror, and saw a slit on my mouth. I scream in horror. The lights turned off, and I desperately, in the dark, reached for the doorknob. I stumbled into my room and crashed into the mirror. I heard a loud shatter and pain struck my back.

I laid on the ground naked with only a towel to cover me , with blood coming out from a cut. I looked up a the ceiling. Then I snapped back into reality.

I slowly got up, pain shot up my back. Then I remembered... The cut on my face. I grabbed a piece of broken mirror and looked at my reflection. I desperately touched my face... The cut.. It wasn't there. I got up from the pile of glass. And wrapped the towel, that now had blood all over it. Then I heard a loud laugh. I stood there. I didn't move a muscle. I heard footsteps. Then I heard him...

" You lousy human. It's a shame I wasn't the one who cut your back."

Every hair in my body stood up. I turned slowly, ever movement I made was placed carefully. Them I saw him. He had pale skin, almost like snow. I saw his eyes, they made me quiver. They had no eyelids and they had black rings around them. His mouth.. His mouth was slit. From the corner of his lips to the middle of his cheeks. His hair was black.. Jet black. He smiled, as if he wanted me to see his teeth, that were exposed within the slits of his cheeks.