Killer Protector (Jeff the Killer story)

Chapter 69

*HEH HEH HEH, ISH CHAPTA SIXTEH NINE. JEW KNOW WHAT DAT MEANS RIGHT? YAH, JEW KNOW. (▔▽▔) HINT: chapter "69". HEH HEH HEH HEH. YOU WANNA KNOW WAZ GONNA HAPPEN?

NOT FUCKING TIER 15 BIACTH!!!*

Chapter 69 (hee hee)

I spent the night at my parents' place, but I didn't manage to get much sleep. I tossed and turned, that dream stuck in my head. I looked so demented. But what for? That dream has both confused and creeped me out. It's frustrating!

I was still up. I haven't even felt one hint of sleepiness. I rolled onto my side and checked the time. 3:28. Dammit...! I groaned, turned onto my stomach and picked up my pillow, hitting it against the back of my head. "Go. To. Fucking. Sleep!" I grumbled into my bed. I laid there for a while, thinking about nothing at all. Why can't I sleep? I sit up, and say nonchalantly, "I need Jeff." I rolled off of my bed, fell onto my floor and got up like nothing even happened.

I paced around my room, wondering what to do. I need to sleep. I can't go see Jeff right now. I'd be risking getting grounded again. Maybe a late night walk around the neighborhood will help. I'll be close by. I decide on that and get dressed quickly. Once I have the right clothing I opened up my window and stepped out, to avoid having to sneak downstairs and out the front door. I step out onto my roof and close the window behind me. I look down, take in a deep breath, and jump off. At the last second I teleported to the ground, also avoiding having to injure myself from the impact. I sigh and start to walk off, pulling up my hood and putting my hands in my jacket pockets. My winter boots clicked against the sidewalk, the clicks muffled whenever I stepped on a patch of snow.

The street lamps were on, illuminating whatever area was around them. I passed under some but I preferred being in the dark for tonight. I kept walking, passing houses and such. I don't know how long I'll stay out here. Until I'll get tired will I walk back home and FINALLY get some sleep! I can't wait!

As I kept walking, I saw someone up ahead. I slowed down to get a good look at them. It was a man, around his mid-twenties maybe? He was sitting on the curb, under a street lamp, resting his head on his arms, which were resting on his knees. I've never seen him around before. What's he doing out here so late at night and in this weather? Well, I guess I could ask the same of myself...

I kept walking, not wanting to disturb him and get into his business. Just as I had passed him, he spoke up. His voice was quiet and calm, deep and smooth. Yet I had a feeling that that tone of voice can also be intimidating and scary. "What time is it?" he asked without looking at me. I stopped in my tracks and turned to him. He was still facing the street, not paying any attention to me at all. "Um," I started, "I don't know the time. I don't have a watch with me. But it's pretty late."

"I know," he said, "I was just wondering how late." I just stood there, staring at the back of his head. He had his hood up, and I think he was wearing a beanie under it. "Why are you out here so late?" he asked me. I shifted in my spot and said, "I couldn't get any sleep."

He huffed and said, "I'm out here for the same reason." Another pause of silence, not even the crickets chirped during this. "Have a seat," the man suddenly says and pats the spot next to him on the curb. I stare at it, wondering if I should sit or start running. "If I had any intention to harm you or even kill you, then I would've already done so," he says, his voice having no ounce of annoyance or any emotion at all. Well, he doesn't seem to be hiding any weapons from me. He's not tense like an attacker would be. He's just a normal guy who can't get some sleep. I walk up beside him and crouch down to sit on the cement curb. I sit and place my hands on my lap. I scoff and say, "This better not be your way of picking up girls."