Jeff The Killer: My Dad is a Killer

Daddy!

Bellas point of view:

  I grew and grew, but I can hear whispers saying I am ill. How can I be ill? I feel fine. My vocabulary has grown as well and my mother says I have a very strong mind.

  "She is growing too quick. What are we going to do?" I hid under a desk and over heard the conversation between my mother and father.

  I don't understand why they are making such a huge deal over me growing. So what if I am 5 years old already? I need to grow anyway right? When my parents left the room, I walked out and looked at the ground. I held my weapon and examined it for a while.

  "Why can't I be normal?" I spoke out and cried.

  "You're lucky." A voice said.

  I jumped and it was just Uncle Benny. He gave me permission to not call him uncle. I can just call him Ben or Benny.

  "How Benny?" I asked.

  "You're special. You have a mind and heart that isn't like the rest of us. We are cold hearted. Not caring for this world and accepting who we are, but not you. You have a caring heart and you believe that you can change your ways. The only person who is exactly like you is your Aunt Sally. She has given all hope that this world will change and she hasn't given up on the world. I don't think she will ever give up on this world. You should be more close to her." Ben explained.

  "Thank you Ben." I hugged Benny and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

  "Come on, lets go out real quick. Me and you." Ben grabbed my hand and grabbed his knife.

  He doesn't like knifes. He dispises them, but he can't risk me getting hurt. A portal appeared right in front of us and I jumped in with Ben. We were on the other side of the forest. There were many dying humans here and begging for mercy.

  "Why is this happening? Why are we here?" I questioned and looked around closely.

  "This is the dying part of the forest. I like to call it "The Forgotten Ones." These are the Creepypastas that were killed in a battle. Many of these Creepypastas actually turned into humans, but failed to survive at some point." Ben stepped closer and grabbed my hand.

  "Isn't it easy to live like a human being?" I looked up into Bens eyes.

  "Not for Creepypastas who have no expierence whatsoever. Unlike you, I know you will live. Humans are warm blooded and some actually care for the ones around them. Even strangers. Creepypastas don't care for humans. We picture them as intruders or a danger to us. A long time ago, we actually tried to make piece with them, but failed. We had to accept the fact that we are dangerous to them as well and that they also get scared easily compared to us." Ben flung a bug off his chest.

  "Hmm." I hummed away to the melody of a song I was thinking of.

  It was getting dark out, but I didn't want to go home yet. I looked at Ben and he wasn't paying attention. I reached for a forgotten one and was close to touching the unknown creature.

  "Bella no!" Ben smacked my hand away and grabbed my waist.

  Ben examined me head to toe and made sure every piece of me was in place.

  "Don't you ever do that again! You hear?" Benny grabbed my shoulders and looked at me in the eyes.

  I began to whimper and my lips were trembling. I tried holding in my tears to show that I am not weak. I squinted my eyes shut and clenched my whole body. 

  "No no. Don't cry." Ben comforted me. "You just scared me that's all."

  "I want to go home now." I whispered.

  In a split second, I was back home again. I was going to grab my weapon until it felt on the ground on its own.

  "Huh?" I panicked as the ground began to shake.

  "Bella!" I heard my mother from her room.

  "Mommy!" I yelled and I could hardly move.

  It was as if I was paralyzed.

  "Benny!' I cried for help and Ben grabbed my waist.

  The celing began to crack and so did the floor.

  "Everyone! In the basement!" Ben yelled.

  "Daddy!" I screamed as he ran to the basement.

  The ceiling fell before he could reach the door to get inside. Everything fell on top of him and I flew down the stairs with Ben and my mom. My head hit the cold hard floor causing me to black out. My head must have cracked because I couldn't wake up.