Jane and Jeff the Killer

Chapter Six

I turn around, and lo and behold there he is. How does he always end up sneaking up on me? I can tell he notices the shocked expression adorned on my face. Even with a mask, I think anyone could tell.

"You weren't supposed to see that.." He grabs my arm, taking me away from the room. He nudges me down the hallway, turns back, shuts and locks the door. "Go down stairs, I'll be down soon." He fumbles into the darkness. It sounds somewhat like he's sobbing... "Go!" I trip and find the stairs. I leave.

I make my way down the stairs, even though it's pitch black in the stairwell. At least that's what I assume it is, it's not like I can see much else anyways. Once I get to the bottom step in fall onto the floor. Almost like a miniature heart attack. You know like when you don't realize there aren't any stairs left? Like that. I grab the nearest wall to lift myself up, I end up running my hand along what feels like a light switch. Once I'm up I try to find it again. Got it. I flick every switch on and off until I find one that works. The last one. The room is now illuminated, I didn't think he'd actually have electricity here. Then again why would he have a laptop if he didn't?

Over to my right I notice a small archway, I walk towards it. It's the kitchen. Thank god. How I didn't notice we'd gone that far last night, I don't know. I make my way in, I don't bother turning on the light. There's a bit of sunshine creeping in the window. I see tons of empty bottles that once held alcohol. Is that all he drinks? Or does he even drink it... I haven't seen bleach anywhere yet, unless it's in the bathroom. He said his water is off, maybe he's just trying to hide the bleach.

I walk over to the sink to see if he's telling the truth or not. I flick the faucet on, no water. Guess he was right. I sit at an old table, clean other than a few plates. Make sense since there's no water to clean them. I notice there's a back door to the outside, any normal person would take the chance and run. I don't, I do however notice several buckets by the door. What could thosw be for? Water? Nonsense it's cold outside.

I hear footsteps clamoring upstairs. Jeff. There's a light trudging coming from the direction of the stairs. He's making his way down. I hear a loud thump, to my surprise I'm up and after it. Am I concerned? Or curious? I guess I'll find out my intentions once I see what made the noise. I turn through the archway and to the stairs. Jeff is lying on the ground in a heap. How? The lights are on! Is he that fucking clumsy?

"What happened? The lights are on!" I feel myself become agitated by his clumsiness.

"Exactly. I haven't gone down these stairs with the lights on since I found this place." Did I cause him to fall? Good. I feel a laugh bubble out of my mouth, my face flushing. The little bit turns into a lot. I double over laughing hysterically at him. Am I that condescending? Do I care? Nope.

"Well I see how concerned you are, but I can't blame you." I don't even notice he's gotten up because I'm laughing so hard. I haven't laughed like this in a long time. Who would have known. Jeff the Killer could make someone laugh all because he fell down the stairs and landed in a heap. I look up and there he is. Look at me, his smile genuine, but I can see his eyes are slightly puffy. I stop laughing and ease my smile. He was crying.

"Well I see my antics make you laugh. I should do it more often." He gave a huge scarred smile. I felt my cheeks flush Crimson and a smile break behind my mask. Why? Why am if smiling? At him nonetheless!

"No. Stop being stupid." I walk away. I can't deal with shit like that. He's angering me. He needs to stop being so adorable.. Wait what. What. What did I just say? Fuck! How? How on earth did I just fucking think that! I screwed up.
I walk back into the kitchen and sit. Waiting for him to return inside. He walks into the room, grabs some plates off of the counter and places them in front of me. He then removes the dirty plates from the table, plopping them in the sink.

"It's about all I have left. I'm going to have to go get some food. Would you want to come?" He's trying to bargain? How does Jeff the Killer buy groceries? Or.. Does he kill people and steal their food. If so that's a fucked up reason to kill someone. Buy them.

"How do you buy groceries?" I'm a little dumbfounded at his question still. I don't quite understand, so the only thing to do is wait for his answer.

"Well you see, I don't let much go to waste when I kill. I take some of their possessions, including their money. I've found costumes, wigs, masks, everything from toys to hair pieces. I have masks and wigs. I just use them and buy stuff. The alcohol of course I take from their houses. I couldn't buy that if I tried." Well I guess that makes sense. Creepy though.

"What about me?" I asked again.

"You'd wear something, or that. No one will recognize you. At least not out here." What does he mean out here? Where the fuck are we?