People Always Change (Jeff the killer)

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"I'm the monster you hide from everyday. I'm the monster that can rip your head off in a second. I'm the monster that you used to know." I looked at the window. A guy was there. All I could see was the back of his white hoodie. "who are you?" I asked. Just as he was about to turn around *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* I wake up. I take a look around. Since Mama is dead and I'm not old enough to live alone, what will I do? A bunch of questions race through my mind until one question pops out of nowhere. That guy on the phone claimed he was Jeff. But isn't he dead? I don't know what to think anymore. I decided I needed some fresh air. I go to the restroom and brush my teeth then take a shower. When I'm done I brush my hair and get dressed. (The outfit above) It was freezing outside and it was raining a bit. I walked around a bit till I got too cold and had to head back. When I got back there was a gray car in the driveway. I wonder who that can be I thought. "JULES!" I heard a male voice call. I look toward the car again and see Dale, my dad. I look at him for a moment. He looks like he has been crying. I walk towards him and hug him. He cries a bit on my shoulder and I just stay there. What can I do? Why did this happen to me? Who do bad things happen to good people? It just all doesn't make sense. Who was he guy that claimed he was Jeff when he is dead? Many more thoughts raced in my mind. I was so confused. I'm too shocked to even be sad. Dale lets go. His eyes are red from crying and his faced is tear stained. I tell him "Mama in a better place now....dad." He was a bit shocked I called him dad. I guess he hasn't heard that word in a while. Especially from me..... "Jules, since you are 17, you will have to live with me." Dale said. Yea I knew it. "So does that mean I have to live in New York?" I asked. "No. We are going to live in this house so you won't have to get used to anything except...well you know" Dale said. I just nodded. He already brought all his stuff and some of his furniture will be here tomorrow like his bed. He will sleep on the couch tonight then.
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A couple hours passed. We just were looking at pictures of Mama. The funeral will be the day after tomorrow. Dang it Mama why didn't you fight? *sigh* dang it. It's already 10 P.M. And I am tired. "Hey Dale, I'm heading to bed. I'm tired." I said. "Okay. get a good sleep. today was a long day." Dale said. I walked to my room and lied down. I felt like crying. I haven't cried since Dale came. Besides that I haven't cried since I was young. Heck since I was a baby. I can't hold it anymore. I cried. Not balling my eyes out but I cried. Eventually I stopped but I got a weird feeling. I felt as if I was being....watched. Maybe it's just a feeling you get after you cry? I don't know. I looked at my window. It's open. I was sure it was closed when I walked in. I look around. I see a figure by the door. Oh god please tell me it's Dale. I ain't dying today. "Dale is that you?" I ask. I hear a chuckle come from the figure. "Your so clueless aren't you Jules?" I hear a voice that DID NOT sound like Dale. "Who are you?" I ask. "I have told you so many times yet you still don't know? Wow." The voice says. "It would be a shame if I made that little brain oh I don't know GO TO SLEEP!!"he yelled. I knew it. I jumped of the bed and he took a while to realize I moved so he fell on the bed then hit the floor when he bounced. He groaned. Haha karma bishe. Jules no time to laugh! Get help or something!
But it was funny. So? You wanna die? No. THEN GET HELP! OR FIGHT! ok ok. He was starting to get up. I open my door and run to the kitchen. I quickly grab a frying pan. I turn around and see him running towards me. I swing the frying pan and hit him in the head. He passes out and falls on the floor. Oh god I think I killed him. I look at him. He looks very familiar. Where have I see- OH MY GOD ITS THE GUY FROM MY DREAM!! THE DREAM!! YES THE DREAM!!! Is this real? *pinches self* ouch! Yea it's real. Wait, where's Dale? Oh no no no I lost one parent I ain't losing another. I quickly run to the living room. I walk towards the couch. Oh thank god he's sleeping. Wait, how did he sleep though that? Well at least he's not dead. I go back to the kitchen and grab the dudes arms. I drag him to my room and drop him on he floor. I quickly get a chair and some rope and tie him to it. I realize he is missing his knife. I go to the kitchen and get it. I go back to my room and wait for him to wake up.
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Hey guys <(^.^)> I will only do 1 chapter every Sunday instead. Many things are going on and I'm trying my best to update. It took me a while to even do this one. Well I guess that's all I had to say. Stay beautiful <3