my name is jeff im a killer but i wish i was normal again.

I hope you guys like my work! Honestly, it wasnt a struggle at all! even though i was feeling very feverish. I wanted to dedicate this story to my readers and including Slenderman! A loved and important characater of Creepypasta. I understand the fact is that he dosent have a strong past life that brings him in this kind of position (since i dont belive him to be evil...hehe) Well enjoy guys! This is my first Bird pecks for y'all!

I first met in person with Mary E. in the summer of 2007. I had arranged with her husband of fifteen years, Terence, to see her for an interview. Mary had initially agreed, since I was not a newsman but rather an amateur writer gathering information for a few early college assignments and, if all went according to plan, some pieces of fiction. We scheduled the interview for a particular weekend when I was in Chicago on unrelated business, but at the last moment Mary changed her mind and locked herself in the couple's bedroom, refusing to meet with me. For half an hour I sat with Terence as we camped outside the bedroom door, I listening and taking notes while he attempted fruitlessly to calm his wife. The things Mary said made little sense but fit with the pattern I was expecting: though I could not see her, I could tell from her voice that she was crying, and more often than not her objections to speaking with me centered around an incoherent diatribe on her dreams -- her nightmares.