I Can't Sleep (Jeff the Killer fanfic)

Prologue

On a dare, I went into the forest that was supposedly inhabited by a serial killer. I had to call his name 20 times before leaving. I never expected him to hear me. I didn't expect him to find me.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. I should start at the beginning.

I'm Reese. I'm 17 years old.

Four years ago, I met my best friend, Sam. He's the reason I even heard about that serial killer escaping into the woods. He loved stuff like that.

Anyway, a couple of nights ago, I was staying at Sam's house and we started playing truth or dare with our other friends, Spencer and Taylor.

"Reese, truth or dare?" Sam asked.

"Dare," I said.

"Hm, I dare you to go into Jeff's Woods alone and yell his name twenty times before you're allowed to come out," he had told me with a grin.

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Now I was walking through the forest, trying not to freak out.

Thirty . . . thirty one . . . thirty two . . .

I counted my footsteps as I went further into the creepy, forested area that was known as Jeff's Woods. Soon I came to a shallow creek and stopped.

I decided that this was as good of a place as any to call for him. I took a deep breath.

"Jeff!"

One.

"Jeffrey!"

Two.

"Jeff!"

Three.

I was about to yell again before I heard something. A twig snapped. I looked around. Across the stream was a deer. It stared back at me, curiously. I sighed in relief.

"I'm so stupid. I thought you were Jeff," I said with a smile. The deer took off in the opposite direction. I continued yelling his name. I heard more twigs snapping. I reached in my pocket and gripped the pocket knife that I'd brought along. I didn't want to be completely defenseless in a forest that a famous serial killer was in.

"Jeff!"

Fifteen. The snapping got louder as I called out. Then the snapping was behind me and I stopped. I slowly opened the pocketknife and turned around. Something white ducked behind a tree and I gasped. Hoping that it was Sam trying to pull a prank, I tried not to freak out.

"S-Sam? Is that you? C-Come out! This isn't funny! I know you're there!" I said. After a few seconds, a guy wearing a bloodstained, white hoodie came out from behind the tree. He had his hood pulled up so that it was covering his face. He laughed as he revealed a knife in his hand. My heartbeat grew faster and faster.

"Jeff . . . " I whispered under my breath. He lunged at me and I brought my pocketknife up, stabbing him in the forearm. He cried out and dropped his knife.

I took off through the woods in panic.