I sat in front of my computer screen, with the Creepypasta wiki in front of me. I just finished reading something about Jeff, and I was in full "not going to sleep" mode there. I know you creepypasta readers have got that feeling before!
So anyways, I decided to go to bed at 2AM, which was in about twenty minutes. Before I did so though, I decided to use the bathroom and take a piss. Here's where it gets interesting. My room is in the basement, and in order for me to get to the nearest bathroom, I have to traverse my way upstairs into the dark hallway, and find the bathroom. There were no lights close to where the basement door was, and the bathroom was a lot closer than the lights. That was when I decided to take a run for it.
I closed the basement door quickly (so if it opens, then I know I'll have to sleep somewhere else), ran towards the bathroom, and locked the door. The most startling part though, was that when I closed the door, I heard what seemed to be a rock being thrown at the glass sliding door to the backyard. HOLY SHIT! But that wasn't my plight at the moment. I unzipped my pants, and let the steady flow of urine pass through. But then, I heard movement from the shower curtain that was next to the toilet.
It then opened…
In the shower, Jeff stood, with his wide smile, blackened eyes, and a bloody butcher's knife from the kitchen.
"GO TO SLEEP!" he yelled.
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"DUDE! Can't you see I'm taking a piss?" I reply angrly.
For the first time ever, Jeff's smile turned into a blank poker face.
I finished my piss, zipped up my pants, and opened the door.
"Oh by the way, thanks for killing my sister. She was slut anyway."
So then I went to bed.
The next morning, I went to the bathroom, and Jeff was gone. He left a note on the counter top for me. It said,
"That was the smallest thing I've ever seen…"
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