Jane and Jeff the Killer

Chapter One: A Slow Rising

The sun was slowly rising over the horizon as I sat by my parents grave. I could feel the warm rays of sunshine peeking through my lace covered eyes. If only I'd been more cautious. If only I hadn't been so squeamish. Maybe none of this would've happened. Maybe it'd be worse. I guess I won't ever know. The only things I know for sure are, Jeff must die. He must feel remorse. He must pay for everything his sick demented mind has done. I must end it all.

I walk cautiously through the shadows, hoping my dark demeanor will hide me enough to return to my hiding place. I cross through a foggy grove to reach a shack I found years ago. It took some time getting it to my liking. The only this is, it's always a reminder of what I must do.

The blanket I sleep with came from a little girl named Mia. Jeff killed her and her family a long time ago. The curtains over the window came from a man Jeff burned alive. His name was Damont. Once in a while I take their clothes, hoping they will become of use. The candles I use at night came from a church where Jeff murdered the pastor. My radio from a police officer named Marvin. The painting of a dolphin, from an elderly woman named Patrona. Every time I find a picture of his victims, they make their way to my old walls. Everything I currently own is from his victims. That is of course aside from the way I am, and the way I look. And for that he must pay.

I have piles of newspapers of Jeff's crimes. I may travel, but I always end up back here. I've noticed his patterns. I may not know who he'll kill, but I know when he'll strike. It's been two years now since he was last here. I know he'll come. It's only a matter of time. I'm going to have to spend less time in my shack and more time scanning the town. I think I might know who he'll go after but I'm not for sure. I'm thinking a girl named Susie. I could be wrong. God I hope I'm wrong.
I walk over to a black nightstand I took from a young promising boy named Caleb. I pull out a map to start planning my route. I give myself one last night of sleep before I start the hunt again. I find some money I've been saving up, and plan a trip tomorrow to the store. I have to make sure I have enough supplies. I grab a bag of old food I had stashed in a corner. I eat them hoping to somewhat satisfy the hunger starting to grow.

I remove my laced mask, gently placing it on a pile of hay. Slowly I remove my dress laying it on the cold ground. I put on my pajamas, and finally remove my wig. I grab a close mirror to take one last look at my hideous self before delving into slumber.
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I wake up to a strange sound outside. Since I'm practically in the woods I dismiss it to be an animal, I close my eyes yet again, almost asleep, then the smell of blood hits me. The oddity of bleach and alcohol with it. Why... Jeff! The moment I realize it's him, I'm out.