It's been a little over a month or so since you and your family moved. It was 9:54 P.M. when you decided to get into a new outfit. With how things were so calm and back to normal, it never bothered you.
You wore a short dress that covered your scars that were created over a month ago.
Your scar with His initials was itching a lot lately, it was a pretty deep wound, so it's bound to itch. Rubbing creme on it, you lifted the shoulder piece back up and continued to get ready.
Girls night. What can you say? You ran into some old friends the other day and they invited you to go out with them tonight in order to catch up, that was an opportunity you weren't gonna pass up. With one last look in the mirror you wore a (F/C) dress, you're hair styled in (Your Choice) and did your make-up in (Your Choice). You looked and felt amazing. Nothing can ruin your night. The kids were at summer camp, and your parents were out working late, basically, you're alone.
The house got very quiet all the sudden. Then you jumped in fear when your ringer went off. Signaling that your ride was here, you grabbed your phone and keys. Once you shut the door, you made sure it was locked and began to walk to your friend, (F/N)'s car.
Little did you know, the smiling killer was watching you the entire time.
Jeff's POV
I followed the stinging sensation in my chest after I "disappeared". It's funny, actually, they all think they can run from me. But when something is MINE, it's MINE.
Climbing into the near by tree was easy. I can see the entire back of the house. Exactly where I watched my toy. I didn't realize anything until, she started to undress. Me being who I am should be use to this kind of thing, right? Seeing a young woman undress? Well I am use to it, but right now, my friend downstairs is into this. I'm not gonna watch her undress while I jack off. That's not something I'm into.
Speaking of which, how long has it been since I've even had a good fuck? Feels like fucking years. I decided to ignore my needs watched her start to run with her phone and keys. Once she was out the house, I jumped down and saw where she was heading, clubbing aye? Haven't done that in a long time either. I snuck to the neighbors house, no one was home. Sadly, I was hoping for a fight, but this, seems more important at the moment.
I looked through the house and found a room. I see that they have a son who's a metalhead? Atleast he has good taste and we are the same size. I give them that much. I grabbed his combat boots, his pants with a chain as a belt, a solid black shirt and a pair of boxers. I needed a shower. I smell majorly like dried blood. Not that I care but I have to get away with this.
Rushing into the shower down the hall, I washed myself as quickly as I could with some soap and shampoo, being sure I don't get that shit in my eyes. My hands ran across every stab and cut from over the years. Memories coming back with each one.
The shower was only 10 minutes long. Wish it was longer but I'm on a mission. Quickly drying off, I pulled on the clean boxers and was going to reach for the shirt and pants when I saw a spray tan bottle. I need to blend in anyways so fuck it. I spayed enough to wear I looked like a pale enough human being. I don't wanna look like Crump or whatever the fuck his name is. The spray tan dryed quickly, leaving me to a fair ivory color. I threw on the clothes quickly along with the shoes. Then grabbed my clothes and put them in a bag. Jumping out then window? No challenge at all, left me enough to throw my clothes in a bush at (Y/N)'s.
"Well (Y/N). Guess who's going to visit sweetheart?"
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