I waved goodbye to my family before they left. They're all I have left. I didn't know how to do anything really. What person is sane enough to stay home by themselves knowing there's a killer wanting them? That possibly knows how I live? Or who lives with me? Or what if he follows them and kills them there and leaving close to go as insane?
I was honestly scared shitless. I wish it never came to this but no way in hell I'll let him hurt them. I'd do anything for them.
I decided to clean the house. Making sure everything was spotless. No dust. No spots. I'm a clean freak, what can I say? I cleaned the entire house from top to bottom. When I was finally finished, I layed on the couch and turned the T.V. on. I needed a small break. I felt my mind drift off, to my nightmare and to that night.
He's still out there. I know he is, I felt like someone was watching me while I was in the hospital and since I got home too.
I felt my eyes get heavy and I drifted into sleep.
I don't know how long time had passed, until I felt a weight on top of me.
"Hello, (Y/N)"
My eyes shot open and I met face to face, with Jeff the Killer, again.
