I'm his sister / Jeff the Killer

Chapter One

Chapter One

*Carah POV*

In all the time of me trying to find my brother, I have learned some stuff about myself. I'm really good at hiding and being quiet. I'm also an unbelievably good climber. Once a week I would go out at night and look for Jeffery. I would walk the park and hope to see him. Every time I would think I see him it ended up being a jogger. Sometimes I would have to sneak into peoples houses. I'm not proud of it but I'm trying to find my brother.

Tonight was the night that I went out to look for Jeffery. I looked at the clock to see it was ten o'clock at night. I put on my UGG boots and my carhart beanie. I walked out the door hoping to find my brother. I know I have become slightly obsessed. I can't help it though. Jeffery is my only family I have left.

Its his fault that he's the only family I have left. I imagined what I would say to him when I found him. I didn't know if I'd be mad or just happy to have a family member back.

I made my way to the park and started walking the trail. I pulled my jacket closed and zipped it up. I could see my breath in the cold night air. I didn't see anyone else out at the park so when I got to the play ground area I sat down on one of the swing sets. I just sat there listening to the slight breeze and the quiet of the park.

Suddenly my vision became blurry and when I brought my hand up to my face my fingers felt wet. I was crying, I don't know why I was crying. I hadn't done that since my parents died. I was searching for my brother who killed my family and I was crying. I did this every week but I guess I'm just tired of it. I ruined my life over all of this. I got kicked out of college, and my boyfriend broke up with me. I mean I'm now twenty years old and I work at Subway. I don't have any real friends all because of Jeffery.

As I was caught up in my thoughts I heard footsteps. I turned around, but I didn't see anyone. The footsteps had also stopped. I turned back around to come face to face with a white mask. The figure had on a yellow and tan jacket. I didn't scream I just sat there in silence as this white mask stared back at me. They finally moved and sat in the swing next to me. I stared at them but never said anything. I was extremely intrigued with this person. I had know idea who they were but it didn't bother me.

"you look nothing like Jeff". He said not looking at me.

I stared at him in disbelief realizing that he meant Jeffery.

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a/n

He knows Jeffery. Obviously.

The guy behind the mask is a special someone. He's like my favorite creepypasta, right after Jeff of course.

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~morgan:))

Update-revised and edited.