I can't stop looking at the smile cut into his face. The blood running from it. He is perfection. Jeff is my inspiration. I mean, yeah Slender and Ben are good, but Jeff is the best. I knew Jeff was out there, but I didn't know when I would see him. But finally, I saw my inspiration.
As I was walking down the halls of my school, there was a kid getting something from his locker. I stopped when I noticed something behind him. Jeff was standing behind the kid, holding a huge kitchen knife. He smiled at me. He raised the knife high above the kids head and right before it struck his skull, I blinked. Jeff was gone. I knew this wasn't my imagination. Jeff had talked to me for days now. His voice still echoed in my head. As I still stood there staring, the kid closed his locker and began to walk In my direction. He asked what I was looking at and I smiled. He continued to pass me, but not before bumping into me on purpose. I quickly turned and grabbed his shoulder. He turned and looked at me and I said, "In a few days, I will be laughing. Not because a joke was made, but because a joke was killed. And you, you are a mere joke to society."
It became clear that he was scared. The look in his eyes was the look I envied.
Just as I was about to start walking without saying another word, I noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye. It was Jeff. He was standing behind the kid. I slowly began to smile and I waved at Jeff. The kid turned around and looked back at me. He asked what I was waving at and called me a freak. He jerked his shoulder away and ran.
I returned home from school and immediately went into my bedroom. I sat around until my parents called me down for dinner. At about midnight I heard Jeff. I hurried and got up from my bed. I looked around the room and realized Jeff was standing beside me. He held out his hand which had the knife drenched in blood and shoved me towards the door in a jokingly manner. I knew that he wanted me to murder my parents. I love my parents, but as people say, if you love someone, let them go. Except in my case, if you love someone, murder them. But I wasn't about to disappoint Jeff.
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My Inspiration
HorrorOh how my sweet inspiration shall help me destroy these horrid creations we call humans. The race that has destroyed many things. Destroyed dreams, hopes, LIVES. But soon, soon I will be laughing while the news reports tell about the deaths of man...