I'm his sister / Jeff the Killer

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

*Carah POV*

"Who are you"? I asked the guy with the mask as he stared at me.

"I'm a friend of Jeff's". He said nonchalantly.

"Wha-what? Is he here"? I said looking around. The guy slightly chuckled.

"No, he couldn't make it. So he asked me to come in his place". The guy said never breaking eye contact with me. "Jeff wants to see you, but he can't leave the state he is currently in. So he wants me to bring you to him". The guy said sounding stern but gentle.

"Well, ugh-". I said but the guy cut me off.

"Yes, I know its a lot to take in. So I'll let you go to your house to pack up. I'll meet you there". He said getting up and starting to walk away.

"wa-wait, what's your name"? I say standing and grabbing his arm. I felt him tense as he slowly turned around. He looked down at my hand and I quickly removed it and looked down at my boots.

"s-sorry". I said shyly.

"M-Masky. My name is Masky". He said making me look up at him. He then turned and walked away into the woods. I stood there stunned by everything before my feet finally moved.

Was I really gonna travel to another state with this guy? What if this guy is just like Jeffery? He might kill me. What if Jeffery wants to kill me? I really want to see Jeffery, but what if he's not the same. Well obviously he isn't the same, he killed our parents and little brother. I miss him so much and maybe if I do this it will give me closure.

I finally make it back to my house and start packing. I pack anything I would need since I didn't know how long I would be gone. I walked down the staircase with my bag to see Masky sitting on my couch.

"How did you get in here"? I asked sitting my bag down by my feet.

"I let myself in". He said standing and walking over to me. He picked my bag up and slung it over his shoulder. "Ready"? He asked politely.

"No, but like it matters". I said staring up at Masky. He chuckled and if he didn't have that mask on I might of seen his smile.

"Well let's go then". He said turning and walking out the front door. I followed behind him, locking and shutting the front door.

I saw a black hummer sitting in my driveway. Masky opened the passenger door and turned to look at me. I made my way to the vehicle and stopped to admire it.

"How did you get a hummer"? I said turning to look at Masky.

"Slenderman is pretty old, he had a few vehicles to choose from". He said looking at the hummer. "Are you going to get in"? Masky said knocking me out of my gaze. I felt my cheeks blush because I wasn't looking at the hummer, I was looking at him. 

I got in and Masky closed the door. He made his way to the drivers side and started the hummer. I buckled my seat belt and watched in the rear view mirror as we left my neighborhood. I texted my boss and told him I wouldn't be able to come to work for a week because I had the 'flu'. He believed me thankfully.

"So where are we going"? I asked after a couple minutes of driving.

"Oklahoma". Masky said never taking his eyes off the rode.

I nodded to myself trying to figure out how long it would take us to get there. Seeing as I live in Illinois, it would probably take around ten hours. I checked the clock and saw it was 11:30 p.m.

I looked over at Masky as he drove. He drove with a tight grip on the wheel making his knuckles turn white. I wondered what he looked like behind his mask but I doubt he would take it off.