drive me crazy -- jeff the killer

drive me crazy -- jeff the killer

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this is kind of a joke, but i'm putting way too much effort into this lol. blood warning, gore, themes of horror and profanity. i've messed with the creepypasta universe a lot, so expect things to be a bit - very different. ... I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling cold and scared. I must have had a nightmare. I sit up when I notice light streaming in through the open window. The stars show in the clear night sky, a feat so unusual that it draws me in. Forgetting my fear, I lean out slightly to get a better look, but trampling on the grass draws my eyes down. White hoodie, black pants, running towards a car with no license plates. My face contorts with horror. That's why my window was open. I slam the window shut and lock it, immediately drawing my curtains. I turn my bedside light on and wrap myself in my duvet. I pray for sleep to take me quick.
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*2016 Update* I plan on getting around to edit this eventually, so forgive the small grammar mistakes. ••••• "I won't kill you" he blurted out with regret. Confusion mingled with my fear. He regretted not killing me? "Who are you?" I asked, slowly moving toward the closed door. He looked at the painting on my easel, and smiled darkly. I saw it clearly for the first time, and my eyes widened. I had painted the man in my dream. His face, twisted in a smirk, dominated the canvas. A swirl of crimson paint surrounded him, and I saw myself in the painting, wearing a long, black evening gown, my hair in a long ponytail, my pail skin glowing, and I stared at the man with love in my eyes. The painting I had created shocked me to the point of forgetting to escape. "Nice" the man said, and yanked open the window above my bed. He crawled out of the room, crouched on the window sill. "Jeff" he said softly, watching me with interest. "Huh?" Came my dumbfounded voice. "My name is Jeff"

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