Well, I guess I can tell you the story of how me and Jeff came to be, were anyway, and possibly am still... here's the story
Im (Y/N) and This is the story of how me and Jeff came to be,
I was sitting in my room late one night... I heard banging outside my window... probably those darned street cats again, so I ignored it and decided to go to sleep.
Later I was awoken by my mothers scream and shattered glass, I jump out of my bed, look and grab my beside knife (yes I have one of those) and ran to my moms room... there was shattered glass on the floor, but I couldn't find my mom.. I looked in her bed, then in her bathroom, and even under her bed.. I finally decided to check the closet.. I open the door and see my mom.. not the way I wanted to see her though, she was hanging by a rope blood all over her blue nightdress, she had went partying before she got home again... tears flowed out of my (E/C) and I stumbled backwards and hit my head on the frame of the bed.. "OW!" I yelled,
I went to go look for the home phone, found it, the line was cut.. so somebody KILLED her! Sombody K-I-L-L-E-D.. why how is anyone in their right mind so messed up... what do they want?!
"so you want to know what I want do you" says s deepish voice lurking in one of the shadows in my dark home, what was left of it anyway... "w-who's t-there?" I stuttered horribly, "aw wouldn't you LOVE to know... im everybody's worse nightmare, but your only the victim of your own death" the voice says somewhat creepily "please just leave now and I WONT call the cops" I say starting to cry "sweetheart the cops cant help you, I love how miserably scared you are, even if its only for a little while," I begin to cry I do it silently so the unknown murderer cant hear my fear as well as he can sense it. he comes out of the shadows and im terrified at what I see, Pale white skin, Burnt charcoal black eyelids, he even CARVED his own smile, I morally terrified at that point I didn't care if he killed me or not at this point, I kind of wish he would already and stop leading it on, "don't cry dear, just go to sleep, don't worry I promise for now, you will wake up," He covers my mouth with a cloth and has a knife to my throat, then I fall into what I guess was a temporary Acoma, or maybe just knocked out by whatever was on that rag, it stunk...