Waking up in the middle of the night, every night, searching for what I want and what I need to do.
But this time everything seems off. The breeze of the wind entered my room and that's because the windows open. I could still feel it even if I'm covered by a blanket.
It couldn't be my parents since neither of then would even dare to come in my room without my permission. In fact, I didn't feel or smelled them nearing my room.
Their scent always stops meters away my room. Don't get confused or what cause I can tell a presence and even smell them.
I was born with that, despite being a psychopath I have that. I'm not like other people that has the same illness as mine that they want it to be gone. But me? Never.
This part of me lives me, without it I'm nothing. I'll be a useless pathetic being just like the people around me.
Speaking of which, I trailed my hand above me and slowly grabbed the knife I kept as I felt a presence. Slowly making a small opening on the blanket, I took a deep breath and exhaled.
That presence is on the corner of my room on the darkest side beside my closet. I smelled something familiar like iron, seems like blood to me.
I grinned at my thoughts, still waiting for him to make a move I tightly held the knife and trailing my finger from the top of the blade to the bottom.
Until finally had enough of waiting, I took off the blanket sitting up but still hiding my knife underneath. Looking at where he is I huffed and chuckled. "I know you're there"
After saying that, I felt him move. He slowly went out of the dark and I finally saw him. My eye twitching, the same goes with my hand and my grin widened even more.
This could be fun.
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Sweet Dreams (Jeff the Killer Fanfic)
FanfictionAlexandra Curtis, an orphan whom is borned a psychopath finds herself in a place full of killers and she herself was one. Meeting those killers was like meeting her own family but soon finds herself caught up in a situation where she was being fough...
