Creepy pasta: Iris and creepy pasta

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I wonder who Jeff needed to find

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Jeff's pov

I woke up alone and decided that this should be a good time to go since it was only 7:30pm and I did need to actually find this guy.

Trevor Hutton?

I got up and yawned whilst changing then walking out the great mansion and into the hideous human over realm.

The over realm for humans was disgusting. The sky was different colours all the time like it couldn't make up its mind; one day it would be blue, the next grey and sometimes it would rain heavily causing it to go a beautiful black. The houses were unnaturally neat and the lawns were identical although some snobs tried to outdo their neighbours. Pathetic. The streets would have gum moulded into them and litter would roam around parks aimlessly. The over realm was truly a disgusting place.

I was walking down the street until I heard ragged breathing and loud footsteps, I looked up but didn't reveal my face to see a boy running. His shoulder came into contact with mine and sent himself stumbling whilst I stood there like a brick wall.

'Sorry!' he shouted with apologetic eyes. His voice was not deep and he sounded out of breath.

I growled and walked on down the road until an idea struck my brain.

This kid can show me Trevor.

Aren't I clever?

I turned around to see him running up some steps and into a house, the lights were already on and I saw a grown man looking fuelled with rage in the window. I could see that he was yelling at the boy and he stood up to smack him only to be stopped by his mother.

She looked outside and saw me, she pointed at me with a short fat finger and shook her husband to indicate that I was outside. I looked down and walked on only to look back and saw that the dirty cream curtains had been shut to have privacy.

Perfect house, right?

I walked around the back of the house and crept underneath window ledges so I couldn't be seen. I saw an old cracked drain pipe what led up to a window what was already open. Once up the old drainpipe, I climbed through the window and landed quietly onto a greyish carpet.

I looked around and saw that this must be the boys room. It was scattered in old clothes and school books whilst the bed was not made and there were old posters what crinkled. I saw that green day and blink 182 where up there and some part of me smiled since it reminded me of my human self. Music kept me partially sane.

I saw a wardrobe and stepped inside to hide myself. After a few minutes I heard slow steps come up the stairs and into the bed room; it was the boy. He sat down on his bed and hunched over whilst blood dripped from his face. He clenched his fists only to weakly release the grip again, he ran his slender fingers through his choppy brown hair which was a mess. I felt sorry for this kid I mean c'mon! I had a perfect family yet I still killed them!

He trudged over to his desk and grabbed a tissue to cover his blood dripping nose and slumped back into the bed. The boy drifted off to sleep and I took action.

I stepped out of the closet quietly and dragged my knife out of my pocket, he didn't hear a thing. I slowly laid the knife gently onto his neck and let his body twitch under the metallic cold touch.

'Boo.' I whispered right next to his ear and made him jump out of his skin, nearly causing me to slit his throat.

'OH M-' I stopped him quickly by clamping my hand over his mouth and he looked at me with fear, his eyes readjusted and he soon recognised me from the street and became angry.

'Is this about me bumping into you!' he shouted whilst ripping my hand off his mouth. 'You sick pathetic bastard!'

'Shut the fuck up kid.' I growled and applied more pressure onto the knife. He calmed down and shut his eyes.

'Trevor Hutton?' I said.

'What about him?' he asked quietly

'Do you know him?' I growled again.

'Y-yes.' he shivered as I leaned in more by accident.

'Well, help me out here kid, where does he live?' I asked coldly.

'I-I don't know!' he exclaimed and let tears stream down his cheeks.

'You will find out and tonight!' I shouted back at him.

He stayed silent.

'I can help you.' He whispered. 'When do we go?'

'Now' I growled and he got up and walked down the stairs with me following. I looked into the living room and saw his father sleeping with a cig in his hand and whiskey in the other whilst his mother had her eyes glued to the television with a microwave meal.

I followed the boy out and he walked down the street that I saw him run from.

'What's your name?' he asked me more confidently.

'Jeff.' I said. 'and yours?'

'Jordan.' he grumbled.

He shoved his hands into his pocket and seemed in deep thought until he spoke out again. 'well Jeff, why are you after Trevor?'

'He's an asshole who deserves to be cleansed.' I smirked and looked at the ground to imagine the pleasure of feeling his blood run through my hands and his flesh through my teeth. Im not some crazy cannibal it's just a good torture method I found out.

'What did he ever do to you?' Jordan raised his eyebrows but kept his eyes on the floor.

'Not me some girl.' I grumbled. 'He ruined her life.'

'Hannah.' he squeaked out. 'Hannah shill.'

'You knew her?' I asked and raised my eyebrows to look at him.

'I loved her.' he gulped. 'But Trevor got her first and then exposed dirty secrets so she tried to kill herself, he broke up with her instead of helping her and then he started bullying her and beating her up. She had no one and I wasn't even brave enough to help.'

'Oh.' I whispered and looked to the floor.

'Do you know how she died?' he asked with his voice squeaking.

'Yes.' I mumbled. 'I killed her. Its what she asked me to do.'

He stopped and clenched his fists. 'were here.' he growled and I led him to the back fence. Before I climbed over he grabbed my arm. 'Let me help too.' he smiled darkly and I nodded slowly as I saw his sanity break away.

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SHITTY CHAPTER I KNOW BUT LOOK AT ME. IM A SHITTY PERSON SO HERE.