Evil Blood (Jeff the Killer Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Two

"So it says here Jeff's a Creepypasta!" Georgia exclaims and scrolls down even farther on my screen. She is sitting at my desk reading up on the Jeff guy we heard about on the video while I am sitting on my bed telling my plush Spider-Man, Super-Man, and Thor, "I wish you guys could talk." "Katie, listen!" Georgia screams and pulls me off my bed so I go tumbling onto my pink fuzzy carpet. "Hey!" I yell.

"Listen!" Georgia whispers and looks at my computer screen. "'Reports say Jeff the Killer has been seen in the local area.'" I snicker when she says local area. Haha, my dirty mind. "Shh! 'Reports say that Jeff leaves smiles on all his victim by carving them into their cheeks. If any sees a man that looks like this, contact police immediately. He is very dangerous and will not stop until he is brought to justice.'" I walk to my desk and look at the picture below the article on our newspaper online.

There was a man-scratch that-a boy, no older than eighteen, with a carved smile that reached both ears, no nose, and black rings around his eye that looked like burn marks. "Oh, gross!" Georgia yells. She must have kept reading. "What?" I ask. "He burned off his eyelids!" she shrieks and backs away from the computer in my rolling chair. "That device is evil!" she yells and points to my computer.

Laughing, I close the computer. "It's only evil when the internet's not working," I say. Georgia climbs out of the chair and onto my bed. "I'm sleeping over," she says and pulls off her shirt. "Ew! Ew! Ew!" I shriek. "Let me get you pajamas before you start stripping!" "We have the same parts!" she exclaims as I toss her some sweats and a gray t-shirt before grabbing my gym shorts and tank top. "You sound like my mother," I say and head into the bathroom to change.

"Should I take that as an offense?" she asks through the door. I laugh and change quickly before walking out of the bathroom and pulling on my dark blue hoodie. "Let's go outside," I say as Georgia pulls on her pink hoodie. "Okay," she say and stands up.

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A few minutes later we were on my porch, Georgia on the porch swing, and me on the railing. There was snow falling and my hands were cold so I put them in my pocket and look at Georgia who has her feet tucked under her so she's sitting Indian style. "I texted my mom," she says. "I can stay." "Let me text mine," I say. I pull out my phone and shoot my mom a text. "Wait for it," Georgia says. "Three, two, one," My phone gives a satisfying beep as my mom responds. "I got talents," Georgia says. "It's i have talents not I got talents," I respond and read the text.

Of course she can stay! I'm leaving the office now. Do you want me to swing by Papa Johns and get a pizza for us?

Xoxo mom

"Do you want pizza?" I ask Georgia. "Sure," she responds as she scrolls through Instagram on her own phone.

Yeah, grab a cheese one. See you in a few minutes.

Xoxo Katie

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Jeff:

I watch the girl and her friend from the tree line. Snow was dusting my hoodie, making the dark red stains blend into the rest of it. The girl was laughing at something her friend said and her friend was laughing too. The thought running through my head was, Should I kill them? Which one first? The girl? The friend? The girl laughed again and almost fell off the railing of her porch. "Be careful, Katie!" her friend exclaims as she jumps up to grab the girl's hand. So her name's Katie. What a pretty name. I wonder who the friend is. A red Honda accord pulls into the driveway a few seconds later, and a woman in a suit walks out.

"I brought pizza!" she yells as she walks up to the girls with a thin box in her hand. I keep my eyes on the house, and run through the woods so I can run up to the side of it. I make my way across the yard and around the house so the girls can't see me. "Katie, why are you wearing shorts? It's fifty degrees out here!" the woman in the suit says. The girl, Katie, laughs. "Oh, mom," she says. "You know how I dress!" "Of course. Jeans in the summer, shorts in the winter, I know," the woman in the suit says. That's the mom, a voice in my head tells me. No, shit, voice! I tell it in my head.

I run through the flower bed and under the porch. That's what these bitches get for having a huge hole in their porch. "I'm going to change out of this suit, then I'll join you girls out here," the mother says. I hear the door open and close. "What havoc are we to cause Monday?" Katie asks her friend. "Should we hang paint buckets full of pre-chewed gum in the gym, then dump them on the cheerleaders?" the friend asks. "I guess," Katie says. "Or we could fill up water bottles with pee and tell the football team it's lemonade." Ew, these girls are gross. "Maybe we could do both!" the friend exclaims. "Twice the trouble makes twice the fun!" Katie says. "Georgia you're a genius!"

So the friend is Georgia. The girl is Katie. And the woman in the suit is the mom. This kill is going to be fun!

A/N: Chapter two. I hope you guys liked it. Chapter three will be uploaded next Wednesday because that's when I'm back at my dad's house. I'm writing this on my iPad so sorry it's so trashy.