A/N: I decided to rewrite this story because I want to make it better, I didn't think the original one was that good so I do hope you like this revised version.

-Chapter One-

I jolted awake, my breathing heavy as a cold sweat built up on my skin. 'What time is it?' I thought as my eyes quickly moved around before landing on my alarm clock that resided on my bedside table. The bright red numbers showed it was only three in the morning. Sucking in a sharp breath, I shifted myself around and sighed. It was normal for me to wake up around this time, but this time felt a bit different.

It felt as if something else was in the room with me, part of my mind told me that my cat had probably came in sometime while I was asleep. But, in the back of my mind a voice shrieked that that wasn't the case. I slowly sat myself up and let my eyes scan around the room. It wasn't that big, where my bed was situated I could see everything. Especially those wide eyes staring back at me from the end of the bed.

It took me awhile to process what exactly it was I was looking at. During that time, I felt like I was stuck in a staring contest, one that seemed like it would never end. My heart thundered inside my chest as my breathing picked up. 'It's just your imagination, all the doors and windows are locked. There's no way anyone could have gotten into the house' I told myself. The words would have been comforting if I hadn't had noticed my curtains being blown around by the summer wind that entered through the opened window.

Did I remember to lock my bedroom window? In the time, it took me to ponder this, I didn't take note to how the bed dipped low and the springs creaked and moaned. It wasn't until I could feel warm breath being blown onto my face as a cold hand pushed me down. A weight was added onto my body as the stranger hovered over me. Their hand slowly inching upwards to grab hold of my neck and tilt my head upwards.

With the little light that was provided by the street lights outside, I could barely make out the stranger's features. I squinted my eyes before they widen as a gasp slipped past my throat. Wide eyes that seemed to never blink were rimmed with a black, almost charred color making them stand out against a pale face. Black singed hair fell from their head and stopping just at their shoulders. But, the most notable feature that stood out above everything else was their smile.

It wasn't a plain one, no, the edges of his mouth on either side looked ripped and torn apart as if a blade had been forced through the skin and curved upwards. Creating a Glasgow smile. Scabs coated around the wounds, showing their age as if they had been there for years. But, still looked ready to rip apart and start to bleed again. The stranger chuckled as they started to lean downward, their free hand holding up a certain object in my field of vision.

Tears welled up in my eyes as the blade of the kitchen knife reflected whatever light slipped into the room. "Go to sleep" a rough sounding voice whispered into my ear causing my breath to catch in my throat. My flight or fight instincts decided to kick in at that moment as I brought a knee up and smashed it against a certain area. A satisfying groan followed by a thump echoed through the room as they fell off and onto the floor.

"Why you little…" I heard them growl under their breath as they grunted and held their now sore crotch. I stood up on my bed and jumped over the stranger that I could now safely identify as a male. With a few quick strides, I was already at my bedroom door and opening it by the time he started to try and push himself up off the ground. My feet pounded loudly against the wooden surface of the hallway floor as I ran towards the staircase. 'How are they still asleep? Last time I made this big of a ruckus I got a long lecture' I thought as I reached the bottom of the stairs, taking note of my parent's lack of response.

My ears perked up as I heard the intruder stomping his way down the hall and with a glance back I watched as he came to a stop at the top of the steps. The minute he saw me, he looked like he was trying to make his eyes narrow but it didn't seem to work. I didn't stay still for long as the minute he started to descend the stairs. I shot into the kitchen. Mind going blank, I ignored the phone that innocently sat in its charger on the wall.

"What? Not going to call the cops?" I heard that rough sounding voice asked, causing my shoulders to tense. Turning around to face him, I found that I had trapped myself in a corner. I placed my hands on the counters behind me and slowly inched them backwards, in hopes that there would be something to use to defend myself. The minute my fingers curled around the glass salt shaker, my eyes lit up with a devious idea. "What? Cat got your tongue?" the man asked, laughing at his own words as he stalked forward.

"Tell me, how badly do you think salt would hurt someone's eyes?" I lowly whispered, watching how his laughter died down and he stopped just a few feet away from me.

"What are you babbling on about?" he asked, again looking as if he was trying to frown. I'm starting to think that he might not have any eyelids to go along with that smile of his. I mean I haven't seen him blink once during this whole experience. Narrowing my eyes, I let my lips tugged back into an innocent smile as I snatched the salt shaker and threw it forward. Allowing its contents to fly all over the male's face.

The minute the salt contacted his wounds and eyes, he screamed. The knife that was in his hand, cluttering to the floor as he dropped to his knees and rubbed at his eyes. Swallowing heavily, I made to run past him, but the minute I was close to him I felt his hand wrap tightly around my ankle. A yelp ripped through my throat as I fell forward and hit the ground with a loud 'thump'. I grunted at the sharp pain that shot through my skull as my head bounced off the wooden floor.

I bit my lip and groaned loudly as tears welled up in my eyes at the overwhelming sensation that came from my left shoulder. "Thought that little act of yours was enough to slow me down? Think again, princess" the man said as he leaned down close to my ear. Turning my head to the side, through my blurry vision I made eye contact with his red, leaking eyes that stared down at me. He pulled his knife out of my shoulder as his smile widened when a massive amount of blood started to flow forth. "Normally a human such as yourself would scream from such a wound" he commented, sick amusement laced in his voice.

"No, if I'm going out then I'm going out refusing to give you what you want. The enjoyment of hearing me scream" I panted out, biting my lip once more as my eyes shot opened wide. I groaned, my throat clenching up as I tried to stop the scream that wanted to slip past my lip as an agonizing sharp pain shot through my side.

"Doesn't matter what you do. Though I find your stubbornness almost admirable, it doesn't change your fate" the man snickered as he pulled his knife out of my side. Just as he raised it high above his head, he stopped and looked towards the kitchen doorway. "Looks like our funs been cut short" he mumbled, as he lowered the knife and stood. "Well, it's been fun kitten. But, don't worry I'll be back" he said as he slid the kitchen window open and jumped out.

"Raven, what are you doing up at this hour?" I heard my mother's voice call from up at the top step. Before I could open my mouth to call out to her, I suddenly felt tired as if all the energy I had in my body was quickly running out. My vision started to fade in and out as a slight ringing sound filled my ears before everything went silent and faded away.

-Time Skip-

'Beep...Beep…Beep…Beep…'

I groaned and shifted around, already annoyed with the small beeping sound that was coming from my right. Sucking in a deep breath, I let my eyes flutter open as I looked around the room. Confusion swirled around as I took note of how blindly white it was and how strong the smell of cleaning supplies was. "Where am I?" I groaned as I pushed myself up on the bed, before reeling back in pain.

"You're in the hospital, sweetie" my ears twitched as I flinched at the new voice. Looking to the right of me, I sighed in relief when I saw my mother sitting there. The tired smile on her face was a little comforting, as I took in her appearance. Bags under her eyes, hair twisted and tangled up in knots, and her clothes looking as if she's worn them for three days' straights.

"Hospital?" I questioned, sitting up fully as I almost screamed at the immense pain that shot through me. My left shoulder and my side ached horribly. The heart monitor beside me started to beep a little faster as I clutched my shoulder and leaned forward.

"Careful, the doctor said you shouldn't move around a lot or you'll accidentally pull out the stitches" I heard mom say as she rested a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"How long have I been in the hospital?" I asked.

"For about three days" mom said. My head shot up as I looked at her with wide eyes. 'I was out for three whole days?!' I thought, surprised. My ears twitched the minute I heard the door to the room open.

"Oh, Ms. Blackbird, I see that you're finally awake. Your visitors are sure to be happy to hear this" the doctor said as he stood near the doorway, his hand on the silver door knob. He stepped aside as two police officers made their way in. I tilted my head in confusion as to why police officers would come and visit. Before the memory of three nights ago slowly started to play itself out in my head.

"That's right, I was attacked" I mumbled before turning my attention to the officers that stood at the foot of the bed.

"Ms. Blackbird, we'd like to ask you some questions about the intruder that attacked you" one of the officers said.

-Later-

I sighed as I leaned back into the pillow and stared at whatever show I had on the TV that was stationed on the wall in front of the bed. Everyone had left and I was stuck here for another two days before it was alright for me to leave. I shifted around before stopping all movements when I heard a low tapping noise coming from the window. I slowly turned my head in the direction of the window, the sun had long since set, bathing the outside world in an inky black color. My breath caught in my throat as I stared into those wide eyes of my attacker.

His forever smile seemed to grow bigger when he saw that I was paying attention to him. He raised the hand that held his knife back and forth. With the light from the hospital room illuminating him, I could see him clearly and it was horrible. He wasn't human, he couldn't be. No human looked like that, he looked like something to come out of a horror novel or even a film!

I sat up and reached over to the side of the hospital bed, patting around the hard plastic surface of the railings before feeling a rubbery surface of one of the eight buttons. 'Please let this be the right one' I thought as I pressed it, in hopes that it would call the nurse. My heart was thundering in my ears as I kept my eyes trained on the man. He looked pleased with my reaction as he sat on the tree branch that was outstretched towards my room. I didn't look away until I heard the door to the room open.

"What seems to be-"

"He's out there! Right out there near the window!" I interrupted as I pointed a finger towards the window. I watched her draw back in surprise before hesitantly glancing towards the window.

"Who's out there? I don't see anything" she said, looking back towards me warily.

"What?" I asked, turning my head back towards the window to find him gone, as if he was never there. "I could have sworn…" I started to say as my voice trailed off and I looked down in defeat. "I guess I imagined it, sorry to trouble you" I whispered.

"No problem, sugar. But remember, that call button is only for real emergencies" she said, her tone a bit sharp near the end. I winced before sighing as the door closed and the light was turned off as I was left alone.

"Maybe I should get some sleep" I mumbled as I stretched my good arm upwards and lied down. I stared at the ceiling for a while before slowly drifting off to sleep.

-Two Days Later-

"Aren't you glad to be coming home, now you'll be able to sleep in your own bed" mom said as she looked back at me. I just hummed in response as I looked out the car window. I was finally in normal clothes instead of a hospital gown, looking down I stared at the bandages that poked out from my tank top. From my stomach up to my left shoulder was wrapped tightly in bandages to keep me from scratching at the healing wounds. The only thing on my mind and had been on my mind for the past two days was that man.

Why did his appearance seem so familiar? I felt like I've seen it before now that I think about it, like a picture of some sorts. The minute the car was parked I was already out the door and heading inside. I ignored my mother calling my name as I stomped up the stairs and entered my room, it still looked like it did since that night. 'I need to check something' I thought as I finally spotted my laptop safely resting on my desk.

I didn't waste no time as I turned it on and started to do some research. I almost didn't react when my bedroom door was thrown open hard enough that it bounced off the wall. "Raven!" a very hyperactive voice exclaimed as the owner rammed into my back and tightly wrapped their arms around me.

"Hello, Summer" I said with a sigh as a smile crossed my lips. The hyperactive brunette had been my friend since we were children. Never once had I ever felt bored with her around, there was just something about her strange and hyperactive personality that makes you like having her around.

"I heard what happened, are you alright?" I heard her ask as she buried her face in my neck while tightening her grip on me.

"Yeah" I said, my voice low as I patted her arm. My eyes never once leaving the screen of my laptop as I stared at the picture and story that was pulled up. The Creepypasta Wiki was pulled up and the story in front of me was a well-known one.

"Hey, why are you reading up on Jeff the Killer's story? Haven't you already read this thing twenty times?" Summer asked, as she looked up from where her face was buried in my neck and stared at the screen with me.

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