What Did I Do With My life? Jeff The Killer Reader

by BatteryKol

Katherine thinks she is part of a normal family but she can't put up with it. One night she finds herself making friends with a killer and moving in with him. A few days later, she meets the killer friend (Jeff The Killer) and falls in love with him. On top of that, she finds out she is Satan's daughter and develops wings and horns. Will she stay with Jeff or be with Bradd?

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I loved my family, of course I did! It was just that I couldn't: handle my brother and sister moaning/arguing, my mum going on about how messy my room was, and my dad just, being depressed or angry at video games. I decided I had to go down to see my family; they would call me down anyway. So, I walked down the unstable metal stairs, down the short hallway, and down another flight of fluffy carpeted stairs. I greeted my mess of a family, and was told to help put away the shopping, so I did and slowly walked upstairs to my room.

I continued to listen to my all time favorite band, but stopped reading my book? I got up to the most: interesting, compulsive part but, I was tired...I woke up on my comfy bed, and wondered if I fell asleep (which was obvious) and started to read Creepypasta. I adored Creepypasta; it is a website with some short or long horror stories! Currently reading "Jeff The Killer" for about the 10th time, I eagerly grasped my bottle of Buxton water, as my mouth was dry. Still drinking and still reading. After a minute or so, I carefully placed the bottle on the desk and went back over to my laptop on my hell hole bed.

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I needed a shower and fast! I flew to my family and told them i'm having a shower, and quickly flew back up the stairs to the bathroom. Locking the door, music playing; I stripped and had a astonishing warm shower (my favorite). My favorite shower were: loud music and warm/hot water. Who else loves their shower like that? Well, in this place, you cant get warm showers...

I had finished my shower, feeling quite tired and refreshed at the same time. I dried my hair, quickly got dressed onto a black tank top, and short black and white stripy shorts. My feet steadily took me to my room, and gave-way when I was near my bed, leaving me sprawled out across the bed, just like my bed sheets. I find great pleasure in sleeping; it is the only escape from reality (in my opinion). Yet, there I was, on my bed, rapidly falling asleep, as I let my scorched eyelids cover my eyeballs. Finally, this day is over!