I got home exhausted,I had just got home from Ireland and I was so tired.I scurried upstairs into my pajamas and went straight to sleep.I slept like a baby.Later that night I woke up to noises in my room.As I tried to flush them out by playing music,there is a loud noise in my closet.I hear the closet door open.I flung up from my bed.As I looked at who was standing there, he gave me a look,that only a psychopath would do.I sit there,terrified out of my wits.His eyes were diallated and his cheeks had a smile engraved in them that he did obviously with a knife,also his skin was as white as snow.I knew who this was..............it was Jeff the killer."go to sleep" he says.I try to run out of the room but he stops me.As I look into his eyes I notice something.Sorrow,I see sorrow in his eyes.I stop trying to escape him and suddenly I am no longer scared.I quickly grab my seeing kit and my contacts (colored contacts)."come here I can help you" I say.He looks at me."but I love the way I look"he says."it suits me".I give him a look as if he is crazy which he is.He walks over anyway and sits down.My grand mom had been a nurse and taught me how to stitch."this is going to hurt a little"I say.I start stitching him and after I'm done I wipe the dry blood under it off.Then I get my contacts out."what color eyes look like yours?"I ask.He points to these light blue greenish eyes.I quickly put them on his eyes."follow me"I say.He follows me into the bathroom.I didn't exspect this to work but I covered him in bleach remover (yes there is such thing) and cover him in it,then I have him take a shower and his skin is not fully white any more.I give him clothes that used to be my brothers and he puts them on.Then I throw his knife in the garbage
