"Of course I found you. I could smell the blood from a mile away!" Jeff says.
"Did I do well?" I ask, glancing at the corpse on the floor.
Jeff grins wider than I thought possible. "Of course! Look! You did very well considering this is only your third kill!"
"Third?" I ask, but I was alone. What is going on? What did Jeff mean by third kill? Disturbed and worried, I pace around the house, waiting for Jeff to come back to explain.
"Jeff! JEFF, COME BACK!" I scream as I run into the center room. "Tell me what you meant!!!"
No one answered. Tears start flowing down my face. Images of me killing my father flash in my head. Stevan's dead body and a knife.
"NO!" I screamed and fell on my knees. That's not possible!!!
"Now you get it," Jeff laughs. "I was wondering if you were ever gonna figure it out!"
"YOU!" I yell, getting up and sprinting towards him. When I was about to pin him against the wall, he disappeared. "What is going on?!"
I break into tears. I'm so confused. My head spins as I fall to the floor. I bring my knees up to my chest and bury my head. Why is this happening to me?
"I'm going insane." I cry.
Jeff laughs, "You already are, BlueBird."
~THE END~
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BlueBird •A Jeff The Killer Fanfic•
FanfictionCarla wasn't always normal. She's been slipping through reality's fingertips since the day she was born. Can anyone stop her before she's too far gone?
