Jeff Is My Killer (A Jeff The Killer Love Story)

Visual

I sat staring out the window of the car, watching the tree speed by on either side of me.

This was real.

The shock was just starting to get to me, but I didn't know if it could get any worse. I assumed this could be a cruel joke at first, but some one stabbing me?

That couldn't be a joke.

I glanced down at my belly again, imagining the faint scars of where my stitches used to be.

I could have DIED!

I winced at the thought and took a deep breath closing my eyes.

I'm okay now.. I'm okay.. I'm NOT dead.. I am not..

I felt a bump and opened my eyes to see that we were pulling into our gavel driveway. I sighed in relief as I saw out house, free of cop cars and "investigational machines."

As my dad stopped the car, I frowned remembering what had happened in the first place.

I opened the car door and winced in pain, as the action pulled at my stomach muscles. As I slowly walked to the front door, ignoring the requests of my parents wanting to help me, I peeked in the front window.

Normal house, normal kitchen.

I let my parents open the door, and I slipped inside glancing around the kitchen frowning.

I sighed.

This is where the first "encounters" had started.

I took my phone from my pocket and walked to my room closing the door behind me.

As I sat on my bed glancing at my phone screen, that same damn feeling of someone watching me was back!

I clenched my teeth in frustration and shouted as loud as I could.

"JEFF IF YOU CAN HEAR ME I WANT YOU TO FUCKING STOP WATCHING ME! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR DAMN BEHAVIOR! YOUR SUCH A PERVERT JEFF YOU KNOW THAT?! ALWAYS WATCHING ME 24/7!"

I listened for a response but heard nothing. I shook my head. I MUST be loosing my sanity. I sighed, and stood up glancing around my room again and out the window.

I frowned to myself and lay down on my bed staring at the wall. I've had enough of this...

I rolled over, turning the lamp beside my bed off, and closed my eyes and waited for the dark cloud of sleep to possess me.

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Except it never did.

I lay there, for who knows how long, with my eyes squeezed shut trying to fall asleep.

I sighed to myself and groaned.

That damn feeling was still there. I just couldn't shake the feeling someone was watching me.

I listened and my heart skipped a beat.

Very, very faint footsteps walking to my bedside.

Please be my dog. PLEASE be my dog.

I slowly opened my eyes and screamed.

There was a figure standing above me, holding a VERY sharp knife.

Without thinking, I grabbed my phone of my my bedside table and took picture if it, tears streaking my face.

I watched in horror as the flash from my camera lit up the figures face.

I saw big beady eyes, raven black hair, sticking in every direction, and a grinning smile, cut into their cheeks, gushing blood onto my bed.

I screamed as they faltered, and they turned to run.

I sat frozen in my bed screaming and crying, as "Jeff" jumped through my window, giggling, shattering the glass and running into the woods.