The Detective

Chapter 1: Jeff The Killer

Woman: .... and the Three Little Pigs lives happily ever after.

Boy: Thanks for reading me a bed time story mom.

Woman: Your welcome Steven, but I would of thought that your too old for bed time stories. I mean you are seven, your a big boy now son.

Boy: I know mom... its just.... never mind im sorry...

Woman: It's OK son, I understand you get lonely at times.... Good night Steven, I love you.

Boy: I love you to mom.

The boy's mom turned off the light then shut the door as she walked out of the room. He looked around his pitch black room but he couldn't see anything. For some reason a strange feeling crept up on the boy and he pulled the covers over his face and held them as tight as he could. In about half an hour the boy dozed off to sleep just to wake up in four hours with cold chills from a draft. He was hesitant at first but eventually pulled the covers from his face. The boy had looked up to see his window wide open even though it was shut before his mom left the room. The boy sat up and started for the window but suddenly his body froze from sheer sensation of fear pulsing through his heart. He didn't know why he was so scared, but after ten minutes he got over it then shut the window. The boy had satisfaction in his heart after nothing happened from him shutting the window then decided to lay back down. As the back of the boys head hit his pillow, his gaze was struck upon a pair of eyes and a huge grin that seemed to be planted on his ceiling. Before he could let out a peep, the figure pounced on top of the boy's body and a hand gripped his mouth tight enough to stop him from making any noise. The boy could clearly see the person's face and upper chest now that he was closer but he really wished that he couldn't. The figure appeared to be male, with long jet black hair, his skin was bleach white, his eye lids seemed to have been cut out stopping him from blinking,creating a never ending glare that pierced through your soul, and that huge grin of his wasn't even real, he carved it into his face. The creepy figure was wearing a grey hoody covered in blood stains, as well as teeth and his breath had smelt like something crawled in it and died right under his tongue. The man suddenly spoke a phrase with his spine chilling voice.

???: Go to sleep.

The boy tried to let out a yell, but the man tighten his grip with such force that the boy's jaw locked. Suddenly the insane lunatic used the handle of the machete in his hand to repeatedly bash into the boys jaw as he laughs hysterically. Suddenly a snap is heard and the man's grip tightens as the boy's jaw caves in. For some reason this gave the twisted murder even more satisfaction and he began to chuckle even louder. At this point the boy's face was soaked in tears from pain and fear.

???: You want to cry don't you, you little bitch. You want to fucking plead your heart out to me and scream at the top of your lungs hoping that I'll change my mind and let you live! No....oh no im not going to give your little ass any pity, why should I you probably just think im some kind of mentally behavior challenged freak like the rest of them!

The man had took his hand off the boys mouth and smacked him so hard that as his nails went across his face, they dug into his skin and clawed open gashes on his cheek. The smiling man pulled out both of his machetes and held them backwards. He moved closer to the trembling face of the boy who was pissing all over himself out of fear. The insane freak put the blade of each machete on the top and bottom of his tongue then dragged them across his tongue.

???: You've been cut on your finger before right? How does your blood taste? Oh why do I bother, you can't even move your mouth now, let alone talk. I'll just find out for myself.

Suddenly the door knob began turning but the door was locked. They could hear his parent's voices from the other side of the door and the man began laughing again.