Run. Just keep running and don't look back. Looking back will mean that you will be put to sleep for the rest of your life. Tripping will ensure it. The only choice is to keep running through the abandoned street and try to find some sort of shelter before getting caught. There is no shelter though. And a wall seems to come from nowhere to block the path to freedom. It will not take long before death will come.
Jaina woke up with a start. Why did she keep having that dream? It made very little sense to her, what was happening in the dream. She knew that she was running from some unseen foe, but she did not know why. There was nothing bad going on in her life. Her mind should have no reason to force these odd dreams into her slumber. Yes, her life might not be what she exactly wanted, but she had nothing to complain about. She owned her own apartment, small as it was, and had a half-way decent job that paid the bills.
She forced herself to her feet to head into the kitchen. It was likely some ungodly, late hour, but Jaina knew that she would likely not fall back asleep anytime soon. That reoccurring dream always left her shaken. It was really quite annoying. It was only a dream, so it was unable to harm her. How irritating it was that this stupid, little dream could hold such sway over her. She opened the refrigerator, looking for something that she could eat quickly before heading back to bed. Finding nothing but some crackers, Jaina sighed and made to close the refrigerator door. She was met with the sight of a man, rather the shadowed figure of a man. There was not nearly enough light to shed light onto any of his defining features, but Jaina was not to focus on this fact. She was more concerned with the fact that someone had invaded her home.
The woman turned and ran, which only made whoever was in her home growl with what seemed to be annoyance. She really could not tell for certain, but again she was not about to focus on the person. No, she wanted to lock herself away in her room and call the police. It was by some stroke of luck that she managed to get to the room before the man was able to capture her, but she was not entirely safe. The person had managed to get into the doorway before she had any chance to close the door. Now, she was trapped unless she decided to throw herself through a window. Seeing as that would likely only harm her, Jaina stayed where she was. She backed away from the man who was slowly coming towards her. She managed to bump into a lamp. A little light might be useful, she figured, so she turned it on. The sight which greeted her was not what she had been expecting. Most may have screamed upon seeing this man, but she only found interest in him.
This man, if one could call him that, was horribly disfigured. The skin was white, a pure white that was not natural. How had it gotten that way? Something had to have caused this, for no one was born with skin such as this. A crude smile was forever plastered to his face, the flesh having been torn away to allow for such a look. Had someone done this to the man or had it been self-inflicted? The flesh looked to be infected. The eyes, though, were perhaps the most interesting. There were no eyelids, and that area was burned an unnatural black. The dark eyes never blinked, always keeping watch over things. How had this happened? It must have brought harm to his eyes, this never blinking. It was in the eyes, though, that she was able to see his madness. There was something else too, but she could not identify it. He was dressed in a white hoodie and black dress pants. What an odd combination that was. The dried blood on the hoodie, though, spoke of what this man did to people.
The man tilted his head to the side, a cruel look coming to his face. "What, you aren't afraid?" He would make her fear him very soon. This woman, who was she to look upon him and not show her fear? Everyone feared him. Still, it was rather refreshing to not hear the screams. Oh, but she would be screaming soon as he killed her. He planned to say something threatening; anything to get some reaction out of this woman, but a voice interrupted him.
"Jeff, sweetie, is that you?"
Jaina looked behind the intruder to find that there was yet another person who had managed to get into her home. Was her apartment really lacking in security this much? It seemed like the woman had some sort of effect on the one in front of her, though. He had stiffened upon hearing her voice. This woman had some sort of control over him or influence. There was something about the woman, however, that seemed to be…wrong. Her body and face did not feel right, as if it were some outside force was controlling or inhibiting the body. It appeared that the man with the deformed face did not notice this, however. Odd, she would have thought him more observant.
"You aren't real," the man, Jeff according to the other woman, stated while glaring at her. She could not be here. She was dead, of that he was certain. He had killed her so long ago. That incident with Jane had painfully proved that his family was dead. Jane was dead too. She couldn't be making his family haunt him again. His mind must be playing tricks with him. He had to be seeing things, going even more insane then he already was. He began to laugh, glaring at his prey. "It is time to go to sleep." He pulled the knife from his pocket, dried blood still caked on it.
Jaina felt fear come to her upon seeing the weapon, but she noticed the woman seem to change behind her soon-to-be killer. The body became slimmer, the hair became long and black, and the eyes…those eyes became pools of black, demonic. The woman-if she was that any longer-pulled a two by four seemingly from nowhere and brought it down with all of her worth onto the killer. The man fell to the floor, momentarily stunned. This demonic woman, however, did not waste any time. She brought out a syringe of something and injected it into him. Any struggle he might have put up fell away as he was forced into unconsciousness.
Those black eyes came to rest on the only other conscious being in the room. She could have no witnesses, and this other would prove useful in what she had planned. Her syringe found its way into the other woman's neck, forcing her into unconsciousness as well. This time, the demonic woman thought, this time she would not fail. She would make the killer suffer for all he had done. Looking down on the limp bodies, she began to laugh in a satanic way.