Alone at home (Jeff the killer one shot)

Alone at home

It was half past eight in the evening. My parents had left earlier on to celebrate their 25th anniversary and had obviously left me alone at home.

Minutes felt like hours as time went by smoothly. It was a calm night, no parents there to pester me about the smallest mistakes I've done. It was a perfect night to wrap myself like a burrito with my (f/c) blanket and eat some leftover (f/f) while curling up into a ball on living room couch in my comfy (f/c) pajamas and my hair tied up into a messy bun, watching some evening shows, and that was exactly what I did.

The things that were bothering me that night was the unusual flickering of lights in the room. Soon enough, the flickering stopped because the fuse was no longer working.

"I seriously have to get dad to fix that thing already" , I said to myself sighing in frustration as I left the comfort of my warm blanket and had to drag my feet towards the switch and turn it off. I gulped as I tried to find the switch in the dark as my only companion was the light from the television , and the soft sound from the characters in the television show. But I couldn't shake off the feeling of someone watching me.

The telephone rang and I came to a sudden halt. Then I gradually walked towards it and picked up the phone. I put the receiver on my ear. I paused for a moment, "hello?" , I asked in a hushed tone. There was no reply in the other end except for the sound of heavy breathing.

Those few seconds felt like eternity.

Finally a reply came in between heavy exhalation. It was as if I could feel the cold breath against my neck. Chills went up my spine as he said "go to sleep", and he snickered creepily. Before I could answer, he hung up.

Suddenly the shattering of glass could be heard from the kitchen. I took a quick peek and instantly regretted it. I let of a small sob and said to myself , "he's in my house ".