Well me, Autumn, just moved out into this new town and let me tell you, i got myself in a crazy shit. I've been in some crazy things but this, I don't know what I was thinking. My stupid feelings got in the way, as usual (yeah, I've been with an guy that dangerous, but not as dangerous as this guy). Do you think it is possible to be in love with a Mass Killer... even though at anytime he can just, you know, snap at you and kill you in a second. *sigh* Jeff, Jeff the Killer.
You just moved away. Far, far away from where you lived before. You still don't know if it was for the better or the worse. But you know that you are not alone, because there is your best friend with you.
Warning: this story is absolutely not for a young audience. There is strong language, depression, self harm, gore, rape and sex. Please keep that in mind.
I'm mainly doing this because I needed something to get my frustration out and I guess I really like Jeff the killer 😂 I hope that he's still popular but whatev.
I bet no one expected this kind of story from me! From the silly Ciacci.
And please, in this story I'll accept criticism, after all I intended it to be a serious and scary story and your help will be very apreciated.