Jeff the killer/bloody love

Fuck!

beep# beep# beep#.

"FUCK!" I shouted as I sat up on my bed. what?, where am i?. I was in my room and it looked to be morning outside. I quickly looked around my room in fear that it hadn't bine a dream and that he was in my room. but I saw nothing?, maybe it was just a dream, a really scary and really sexy dream." what the Fuck just happened?". I said as I slowly got out of bed. and at that moment I remembered the rest of the dream and started tearing at the sheets of my bed in fear that that was real and that my insides had bine touched by that creeps thing.

but to my relief I found nothing that lead to me being raped last night.

"so it was just a dream" I said to myself.

"Rebecca? are you up?."  I heard a voice say on the another side of the room.

"oh! ah yeah mom I'm awake!"

" okay well come on out". at that moment I heard a little click in the door.

" okay I'll be down in a sec".
it was so strange? why did I have that dream last night? WAIT!  I remember something. when I fist punched that guys dick and balls I saw something fall out of his pocket and slide under the bed.
no, I'm just hallucinating. it was just a dream...... at lest it felt like a dream?.

l looked at my bed and then the floor.
if something did happen last night then?..... THEN nothing! I'll find nothing under the bed because it was just a silly little dream.

with that in mind I was still looking at the bed.
I mine it couldn't hurt just to look and see?

that though kept repeating itself over and over again in my head. " okay okay I'll just take a peak." with that said I slowly bent down, got on my hands and knees and..... and......

"no no no!no!no!no!."
NO! this isn't real......... it's..... it's just my imagination. but...... it really isn't my imagination, this is a knife.

as I sat on my ass looking at the blood stained knife thinking  that my life was over, I saw something engraved on the side of it. it was hard to read with all the blood and cut makes on it.
JEFFREY.
" what kind of a person name's there kid Jeffrey."

I was still looking at the knife.

was this some kind of trophy to him?
oh God what if he comes back for it?. No no if he does come back then I'll be ready. but frist just so my room doesn't smell like dead people I'm gonna go wash this.

***

" bye mom." I said as I watched her walk out the front door, it was 7:pm at night and I was setting on the couch looking out the window. if that guy named Jeffrey wants his knife back he gonna have to go though me.
I say so,because after I washed the knife I hid it in my safe up in my room, and I hid the key wear he'll never find it.
now I wait......