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Go to Sleep: The Origin of Jefferson Gray
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Complete, First published Jul 27, 2016
Mature
Jeff the Killer has been a symbol of death for years. A bogeyman, an urban legend, a madman who strikes fear into whoever so much as hears his name. But before becoming  the bloodthirsty psychopath he is today, who was Jeff the Killer? He was just a boy named Jefferson Gray, a boy in torment. Destined for evil. 
    
    " I own none of the characters in this origin story. Jeff the Killer is owned by Sessuer and Mr. Betty Krueger. This is my own creative take on the character's origin. This story is rated R for harsh language and violence."

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In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨