Lethal Passion (Jeff The Killer)

Chapter 60. Surprise, Surprise

I tossed and turned around the bed but it felt uncomfortably cold. I opened my eyes in a daze and noticed that Jeff was nowhere to be found.

I sat up in confusion, I turned to see the door slightly ajar and a dim light illuminated the hall. Worried, I stood up and slowly walked out with the blanket draped around my shoulder. I followed where the light is coming from and it lead me downstairs into the living room.

Jeff was sitting on the couch in the darkness with only the television's glow serving as a source of light.  

"Why are you up?" I mumbled with a yawn as I sat beside him.

"I can't sleep." He simply responded with his gaze fixated on the TV screen.

It was a late night news program, it's discussing the previous events about the homicides, "You know something about it, don't you?" I glanced at him.

". . . No." He denied.

I sighed, "Sure you don't." I turned my attention back on the news. This is something that irritates me most of the time. It's obvious that Jeff has an idea what it's about, why can't he just tell me? I know that even if I beg him, he won't say a thing. Believe me, it happened a lot of times before, so I'd usually wait until he's ready to talk.

"You should sleep." He muttered.

"Okay." I nodded and laid my head on his lap while snuggling with the blanket.

"I meant upstairs." Jeff looked down at me.

I groaned, "Why can't you just tell me what it is?" I whined, "I'm worried too, you know."

"Tell you what?" He innocently asked.

"Alright, then." I rolled my eyes and sat back up, "If you don't wanna tell me, that's fine." I stood up and walked upstairs, "But I'm here to listen if you wanna talk about it."

I went back to the bedroom and laid on the bed, trying to ignore all the questions that ran through my mind. What exactly is it? Is it so bad that he can't even tell me?

What if it was Jeff after all?

I pressed my face on the pillow and groaned. It can't be him, I have to trust him on this one. But what else could it be?

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〔Three days later . . . 〕

Night time.

"Well, what the actual fuck." I heard a guy muttered.

"It's happening again." A girl commented.

I'm at the company. We're currently in the break room, and by 'we', I meant almost everyone who works on this floor. Everyone got caught up with the news, it's reciting every single house that was attacked last night, there were sixteen people that died.

Our attention were called out by the wall clock buzzing, signalling that break was over, "Alright everyone, get back to work." I mumbled as I turned to leave the room with some following me.

"Five houses in one night?"

"And here I thought the whole thing was over."

"Better keep your guard on, you live alone, right?"

"The police are useless."

Each of them had their comments as they made their way back to their corresponding cubicles. These homicides are being the talk of the whole city, typical. It's getting worse by every night, and it isn't Jeff, I know because a few days back, I stayed at home for a whole day and there's still news about murders the next morning. I was relieved when I proved that it wasn't Jeff, but it still bugs me. Jeff was acting a bit weird ever since he found out about it, he'd space out a lot, probably thinking about something again, yet he still won't tell me what it is.