Jeff the Killer(meets a psycho)

Stormy nights had secretly always been my favorite kind of nights. As a kid, however, i'd always run to my twin, Payton's room when it'd thunder. But in my mind, it comforted me. Maybe because it brought us closer, or maybe because I liked the way it made me feel alive when I wasn't sure my pulse was a good enough reason. Yet, even though I held a passion towards these storms, I found myself in my twins bed, hiding under the blankets, shivering like a coward. It's not like she'd be able to save me if it was in fact harmful.

I woke up, my body practically forcing itself off of the comfort of my bed and lunging on the carpet directly in the middle if my eerie bedroom. It was a humid morning in June, in fact, it was the first day of summer vacation. Yet, I wasn't confronted with the usual chirps from birds, or annoying barks from the neighbors dogs. The only noise that rendered the world vivid was the silent pitter-patter of the falling rain on my window, and the occasional crack of thunder in the near distance.
I smiled, then tiredly headed to the kitchen for the new jar of peanut butter my mom bought the night before. But before I was able to open my pantry, I was faced with a letter reading: "Hey! I wasn't able to take today off, but my boss said I will be able to surely on Friday! Ps., I can't come home until Thursday, so for today and tomorrow, you get the house for yourself! Don't do anything TO bad ;)"
I sighed. My mom was still a kid. Sometimes it made me wonder how she could be so cheerful after dads death... I quickly pushed that thought aside and continued on my mission of retrieving the peanut butter. After opening it and removing the seal, I flopped on my black, leather couch and unlocked my phone. No texts... What's new? I thought and began to play music.
"Sweet dreams are made of these,
Who am I to disagree?-"
I sang while stuffing my mouth with the creamy, yet peanut filled peanut butter and kicking my feet in the air. Shortly after, the song ended and a frown creeped upon my face until I quickly selected the replay button and giggled. The guitar at the intro of the song always made me smile. "So eerie!!!" I yelled in the emptiness of my house.
The thunder continued to roar every so often, and the rain still strikes my window. To most people who preferred the cheerful sunny days of summer, I enjoyed these dark days. They soothed me. It's like these sort of days pulled me into a trance of serenity. I liked those feelings.
My body shifted into a proper sitting position as I heard a tapping on my window; a sound that was utterly different from the gentle rain fall. It was like nails on a chalk board. In fact, it sounded like metal was scrapping my back window.
I slowly set my peanut butter and spoon on the coffee table in which sat in from the couch and crawled to the wall that divided the living room from the back door. I peeked my head around the corner of the wall and was confronted with in falling rain and a gray sky through the glass of the door. I sighed in relief and giggled before standing up and dusting of my knees. I was only wearing shorts and a tank top because the heat was already immense for it only being twelve in the morning.
After regaining my balance, I took a couple of steps and opened my back door, being greeted by a few drops of refreshing rain. I closed my eyes and smiled, enjoying the warmth of the calming water against my olive-colored skin.
After a few minutes of simply standing at the door, I closed it and turned around to head back to the still open jar of crunchy peanut butter. But as soon as I turned around, I stopped. My eyes widened. Only three feet in front of me stood a man in a white hoodie. Black hair fell down to his chest, and a smiled was carved Onto his face. His skin was as white as paper, and his eye lids were missing, along with most if his lips and nose; and in his right hand held a silver knife, tipped with a dark red. Blood.
I wasn't fear full, though. I was shocked, but was thoroughly enjoying the view. The corners of my mouth formed a smile, as the well known killer inched closer.
"Hello, Jeff. The. Killer." I said, ecstatically.
His body then froze.
"What's wrong?" I questioned with concerned laced in my voice.
His wide eyes seemed to become wider. It was obvious he was the one feeling some sort of fear.
"You're all wet!" I exclaimed as I ran to my room and picked up a plain black hoodie and a pair of boy jeans.
I placed the folded clothes out in front of him; "Here! Take these! You'll catch a cold if you remain wet!"
I expected him to kill me. Right then, right there. In fact, I wasn't scared at all. As insane as he became, I was always this was. My mind was constantly thinking of him after I read news reports about his killings. He was truly the coolest man I've ever seen.
But what he did sheerly shocked me. He placed his blood- stained knife on the ledge beside him and took the clothes. I knew of some victims he toyed with, and I figured I'd just became his new chew toy. Yet, I didn't mind one bit.
A gentle smile formed across my lips. "I'll make some tea and prepare a snack, you seem rather hunger!" I proposed before turning my back on the man who could easily plunge his weapon into my back at any given moment, and began to boil water.
I heard his wet shoes being removed, and heard a soft thud from his clothes hitting the floor.
"Amelia." He said, walking up behind me and placing the knife on my neck.
"Just how crazy are you?" He said in a deep, grizzly voice.
I sullenly turned my head, and let my smile answer his question. To be honest, I had almost no friends. And I just never feared this certain man. I was infatuated with his "art". I drew, and seeing his murders in the paper helped my creative "juices" flow.
The water finished boiling and I placed two tea packets in the kettle and asked "Do you mind it bold?"
He set down his knife and shook his head. I pored two cups of tea and handed one to him. "Careful, it's hot." I said with a giggle.