Well that was easily the weirdest thirteen minutes, give or take, you've ever spent in your (age) years of living. You had just finished listening to some guy on YouTube read "Jeff Is Back." and you weren't sure what to make of it. It was interesting sure but something about it shook you to the core. You just told your self that it was how the writer worded it mixed with the way the man read it to you that had you on edge. Shutting down your computer you stretched as you stood walking to your bed. Flopping down onto the soft warm blanket you snuggled under it looking over at the clock. One thirty in the morning. Early for you to be going to bed, I mean it was Summer, but you decided some extra rest would do you some good. Yawning you shut your heavy eyes and drifted off into darkness.
Something woke you. You lay under your blanket awake but didn't dare open your eyes due to the crippling pang of fear in your gut. Your hair stood on end as you got the feeling you were being stared at. Odd. Your parents weren't going to be home for another day or so meaning it couldn't be them. Mustering up what ever excuse for courage you had left in you you opened your eyes.
Someone was sitting on your bed next to you facing the door. You didn't know them. All your friends were girls and this, aside from the long black hair, was obviously a boy. Man? You settled on teenager. As much as your mind screamed and pleaded with you to flee for bed and your home you couldn't move. You were frozen. Watching. Waiting.
The boy seemed, from what you could see, white and had long black hair. He wore jeans and a white hoodie that looked like it had dirt on it or something. Probably wore sneakers to but you couldn't tell. Watching him you wanted to scream but no sound came as you saw the teen suddenly sitting on top of you straddling your hips. It was like a video glitched and skipped forward a few frames. You couldn't see his face due to it being night and his hair hung on either side of his face making it that much harder but you could tell he was very pail. Like....paper pale. His eyes seemed to bore into your very soul as you tried to keep your best from screaming as fear welled up inside you.
You whimpered slightly as his hand moved to touch your cheek as his head tilted. With a sudden violent movement his hand grabbed your chin holding it in an iron grip. Your hands shot up trying to pry the cold rough hand off of you but to no avail. You stopped suddenly aware he was leaning down. You began kicking your legs trying to et some ground to kick him off but stopped as you saw his face. Pale. No eye lids. Just rings of black around whites scleras of his eyes with cold, dark, dead black in the middle. A smile. A sickly carved smile. You realized who this was. No way. No fucking way! Jeff....Jeff the killer. You were dragged from your terrified quick thinking as you heard him say, "You're cute...I'll take my time with you."
His grip tightened on your chin as he laughed like a mad man. A laugh only a psychopathic killing machine could make. The kind that haunted dreams. The kind that was burned into your memory. One that was all to real now.
Then everything went black.
