Jeff (a Creepypasta FanFic)

Chapter 5

I stepped back and sank on my bed. Its true. He lives. Candice was right. It was real. All of it. Each and every bit of it. Now, there are so many realistions and questions in my head. And by each passing second, the pain in my hand grew bigger. Oh, shit. Hope it wasn't real. Maybe I just thought. Maybe just with all the presuure of the studies in my head.

But even then, I can't help but think of it. Naw, it can't be real. But then again, my brain isn't that much imaginitive. He saw me, and I'm sure that he said, 'I got you,' Oh shit, the window.

I got up, ran to the window and took a little look outside to see if he was still there. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't help it.

He isn't there.

What the hell?

Yeah, maybe I was right. Maybe I was just dream, that was all.

I closed the window, and just then two hands came in, and I stopped closing the window just before it could hit the hand. Oh shit, it him.

Its Jeff.

He quickly punch me with one of his hands and I fall back. He opened the window fully and I could see that the cap of his hood was open.

And then I saw the face.

The face of the Devil himself.

It was white, just white. He had no eyelids, and it was just the round shape of his two eyes. How does he even blink? He had a smile carved on his mouth, cheek to cheek.

And then we just stood there, staring at each other. Looking at each others' eyes. And even thought it was just a few seconds, it seemed like forever. "Yo." He managed to speak. But I kept seeing him seeing him.

"Why the fuck are you even looking at me like that?" He asked.

A suddenly came into this world, and then again realized who was in the room with me.

He was....... satanic.

"You're...... him." I said, slowly.

"What?"

"You're Jeff."

"Of course I am, then who else would it be?" He said, like it was the least important thing of the world at all.

I grabbed a baseball bat next to me and held it, ready to attack.

He chuckled and said, "Its a fight, then,"