WARNING:

This story may contain bad language, violence, and blood.

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Chapter 1

Jeff's POV

The full moon hung high in the sky. It was 3:33 a.m. "A great time to kill" I said in a husky voice. I Walk to the front of a White House. Out of all the houses in the neighborhood, I chose this one. It was like it was calling to me or something. It was a two story house with 5 windows on the front of it. "Heh heh... When a house is this big, there are kids living in it too..." Oh how I love the screams of little children.

I reached over and turned the door knob. The door creaked as it opened. The house was dark and quiet. For now I thought. I walked through the door and found my self in the living room. On the walls were portraits of family members and friends. It disgusted me, so I made my way up the stairs.

There was a hallway with more portraits. I walked down the left side of the hallway and found a door. I quietly opened the door and looked inside. I saw a queen sized bed with two body like structures under the covers.. Must be the parents I thought to myself. I love killing the parents first bc then I can tell them that there children are next. Then I could see there hearts shatter to pieces. I started to giggle very quietly.

I started to walk towards the bed slowly as I pulled out my knife from my hoodie pocket. I grabbed the covers and pulled up my knife in a ready position.

I yanked the covers off the bed and threw it across the room. "What the HELL!?" I said in a surprised tone.

On the bed were pillows. They laid where the bodies where supposed to be at. I squeezed my knife and stabbed the wall.

At that point, I remembered the kids, so I walked out of the room and across the other side of the hall.

There were two bedroom doors on opposite sides of each other. I touched the knob of the door to the right side of me and opened it. It looked like a little boys room. In the middle of that room was a little bed. I griped my knife and grabbed the covers and pulled them away from the bed. My anger grew.

The same thing happened again. Pillows under the blankets. I chunked the covers at the wall and headed to the other room. My patience was running out and if I don't kill someone soon, I'm going to lose it!

Instead of turning the door knob, I kicked the door open and grabbed the covers and threw it on the floor. "FUCK!" I yelled. No one was laying on the bed. Just pillows...

At that moment I heard a crash downstairs. I started to smile as I thought that maybe there hiding, so I ran down stairs to the living room and see a person sitting on one of the couches.

My eyes widen I see who was sitting before me. "Jane..." I said in a low voice. She giggles and says "It's been awhile Jeff."

She stands up and looks strait at me. She was wearing a mask and the black dress I gave to her in the hospital. It fit her perfectly. It was like it was made just for her or something. She wasn't wearing the wig anymore. Her hair already grew from the fire I set upon her 5 years ago. It was raven black and slid down her shoulders and met in the middle of her back.

"You know Jeff, it was hard to find you." She was walking towards me very slowly. Her body swifts back and forth graciously with every step she took. "Well, here I am. What are you going to do now...!" I said sarcastically.

She picks up her hand and grabs her mask. She started to take it off and reveals her true face. Her skin was very pail... Just like mine with a burnt and leathery look. Her lips and eyes were pure black.

She looked strait at me and smiles...

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