Nakire (jeff the killer)

Nakire (jeff the killer)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Nov 14, 2014
Nakires used to being alone. Shes used to the stares that follow her everywhere she goes. And shes most definatly used to the name calling. So why is she comfused everytime he says something to her. Isnt he a murderer, a killer? Why would he be so nice. She didnt deserve it from anyone no matter if they were just like her she never thought she'd find someone who'd affect her this way... make her feel alive agian... a feeling she lost touch with so long ago.
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Nyoka Diatha was never meant to be human. Born in Hell, raised as a demon's daughter, she knew hunger, darkness, and blood before she ever knew what love felt like. But Earth had other plans for her. Taken in by a suburban family who thought she was just a strange, broken girl, Nyoka spent seventeen years trying to be someone she wasn't. For a while, it almost worked-until the voices got louder. Until the shadows wouldn't leave. Until the night she snapped. One moment, she was their daughter. The next, she was their executioner. She buried her grief under lies, fed the cops a story wrapped in trembling hands and crocodile tears. And when the house finally fell quiet, when she thought she could breathe again-she saw him. A pale face. Blue eyes. A smile too sharp to be human. A boy at her window, watching. Waiting. She told herself he wasn't real. A hallucination, another symptom. But Tumblr threads, missing person reports, and words whispered in online forums told her otherwise. "Slenderman and His Proxies." One name stood out, tied to death after death. Jeffrey Woods. Jeff the Killer. Now Nyoka is caught between what she is and what she's becoming. A demon who can't escape blood. A murderer stalked by another murderer. And when Jeff finally steps through her window, she'll have to ask herself the most terrifying question of all: Is she his next victim... or his next accomplice?

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