Two Lies, One Truth (Jeff The Killer Love Story)

Never Forgetting

 I woke up with tears on the pillow Mike gave me to sleep on, looking around I saw something move in the corner. I slowly turned and saw it was just one of the puppies but it was walking funny. I went to go pick it up and saw it  had a note on it, "Without the knowledge of who I am, you are still endangered, Sweet dreams." Panicking she put the note in her pocket and ran upstairs, and burst Mike's door open. He was sleeping in the bed. Sighing she went to the bathroom and there in the sink was Mike's fingers. She ran back into the room and pulled back the covers cautiously, there was no one there. Shit. Running downstairs and grabbing the phone something snagged on her hoodie, it was only a nail in the wall. Picking herself back up she looked up and saw the same person staring back at her wide eyes, he didn't blink. She couldn't make out much of him since it was only 2 A.M and no light.

        The person was just standing and staring, nothing else. A silver reflection caught my eye, w-was he holding a blade!?! Backing up into a wall and wanting to be able to back up more, he stepped closer. Close enough for where she could make out his face. Oh. My. God. It was scarring. Midnight black hair, no eyelids (which I thought was the creepiest part of him besides his cut open face I mean seriously his eyes shouldn’t be able to work without their eyelids!) I was always skeptical with the “You can be so scared you can’t make a sound” thing. I was completely wrong, oh my god I was going to die like those other people in the news. He’s going to cut my face and make me look like him when I die. All these thoughts were running through my mind, when I looked back up complete amusement sparked in his eyes. I probably looked so stupid thinking of that crap, oh hell no I wasn’t going to die without a fight. I threw an upper cut to his jaw and kicked him in the sweet spot. He leaned over and I grabbed the back of his hair which was hard to hold onto because it was disgustingly greasy. I jabbed my knee into his jaw more than once. I threw him to the floor and kicked him in the stomach repeatedly, he was laughing. Why the hell was he laughing?  Was he a fucking masochist or something? (Masochist is someone who likes pain) Turning on my heel and running up the stairs I ran into Mike’s bedroom and slammed it shut and locked it. Trying to turn in the light, the light switch was broken. Oh no. Making my way to the cell phone, or at least where he said it was. I rummaged through a bunch of stuff before my neck was greeted with something cold to the touch. Knowing what it was I swung my back foot against his stomach as hard as I could. Knowing it probably wouldn’t affect him because he was still up and going after I beat his ass up downstairs. But instead I heard a loud groan I looked to see who it was, it was Mike!

                    “Oh my god, Mike I’m so sorry! It felt like you had a blade to my neck!”

                    “It was a blade, I thought you were the guy that cut off some of my fingers!”

                    “You need serious medical help Mike! You’re losing a lot of blood I can’t believe those were your fingers in the sink.”

                    “I can’t find the phone don’t try it’s useless.”

                   "Well if it's useless, let's try to sneak you out through the window."

                  "Ok, but you need to be out there to catch me if I do fall."

                  "I'll try my best."