Forever Is Only Temporary (Jeff The Killer Fan Fiction)

Forever Is Only Temporary (Jeff The Killer Fan Fiction)

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication lun., août 15, 2016
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She'll dream, and she'll dream... But Jill will never escape. From the moment she jumped out the window, to the moment she walk back into the doors of her house - she's gotten herself into trouble again. And this time, no one is there to save her, and she's barley there to save herself. If she doesn't get herself together soon, it could mean lights out - At least for her. But she doesn't know his secret. Yet.
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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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