Ominous Insanity. ( a Jeff the Killer fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Adenna's POV

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If you are a new indroduction to my life, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Adenna Grace Black i am 23 years old, but the formalitys of middle name are not yet needed at the current situation in my life. For the first 22 years of my life have been relitively normal, I grew up in England and im still currently living there. My school life was never too hard on me, however, although I was never officially bullied, i have always faced judgement. Being interested in metal music, tattoos and piercings made me a target, and throughout secondary school i was always the outcast, don't get me wrong, I had friends, but they never appreciated my interests. Have you ever felt as if you were truley alone? have you ever had those times in your life when you felt as if no one was there, even though you were always surrounded by people that you called your friends? Havent we all..

But to narrate my entire school life would be an uninteresting feat, so allow me to skip serveral years to a time where I had entered adulthood, when I was 18 years old. Now at legal age, tattoos began cascading my body, adding more contravercy to the job interveiws i atteneded. But yet again, judgement spiralled in every direction and aspect of my aspirations. Or at least what I believed was my aspiration. You see, from being 12 years old, i've wanted to go into the law profession, but my new found passion for body modification and masterpieces of the skin- to put it simply, tattoos, created a deeply flowing ocean that swept me to the life that i now know and love, at the tattoo parlor where i work as a tattoo artist. 

Now as you are updated and up to speed on the last 10 years of my life. I can start to begin telling you about how I met Jeff- Jeff the Killer. However, if I skipped straight to how I came to be the partner of a pyschotic killer, the story may be confusing. So I will begin with the night that those screams began- those shrill terrorfied screams that rang out in the cold night air. You wouldnt expect to hear those kinds of things walking home from a mediocre day, but for me, it happened. Screams and shouts for help come in many types of forms. For many people, the only scream they would of heared is that of horror movies. The stigma of material and faux screams often make them seem forced. However, hearing the real thing in the dead of night sends a shiver of realisation down your spine- the realisation that you are in danger. To think about it though, the danger that I was in was only a fraction of the danger that someone elses frail life was in. The realisation of this fact is the thing that sprung me into action, knowing that someones life hung in the balence, I ran- not away from the potential murder scene, but towards it.

I arrived at the house, the previous white washed walls were sprayed and painted in blood- the owner of the blood, lay spawled on the floor, in a pool of her own blood. Her mutilated body had a single stab wound through her heart- but that wasnt the disturbing thing though. Around the victims body, lay her internal organs. There was a certain amount of organisation to the way they were layed out. Movement outiside the window caused me to investigate. This is something that would change the course of my life forever, in some aspects, my life changed for the better, but my avergage life i held before that fateful day is something that I long for. Back to the murder scene- On the wall painted in what i could only indentify as the victims blood was the words 'Go To Sleep'. this in itself should have alerted me to leave but i didnt. Rustling from the window once again alerted me to investigate, outside the window was a flash of white- an inhumane leathery white complection compleated with a chelsea smile carved into his cheeks. The Mans large, black- rimmed eyes were wide and unblinking. For some reason, he intrigued me- not because of his curious appearence, but because he seemed familiar.

Then it hit me, the story that many thought was just an urban ledgend that told of a psychotic killer, named Jeff the Killer was stood outside the window with the glint of a knife pressed against the glass. My blood ran cold throughout my body as i thought "This is the end of me, please be quick..."

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Authors note

Hi! Thank you for taking the time to read my story. This is my first fanfiction so i hope its good enough.

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-PierceTheBeth69