This is my first fanfic! Yay! :3, I hope you like it! Note: ALL OF THIS IS FAKE. SO YOU CAN FINALLY GO TO SLEEP...
In 1997, a man named Jared Keith experienced a haunting like no other, but it was not a haunting. This, is real life... This is not a cute wittle baby's scawy stowy... This, Is, SPARTA! (Just kidding) This is the story of Jared's, so called, "Haunting."
It all started one dark afternoon, Jared went out on a date with his girlfriend, Sophie. Jared: Well, tonight i'm gonna stay up real late, maybe you wanna come over? Sophie: Sorry, I have to go back to work for a meeting. Maybe tomorrow? Jared: Okay, that can be arranged. Sophie: Cool... Then the waiter gave them their check. Jared got in his car, Sophie got in her car, and they left... 1:00: Jared: Well, it's time for bed. Jared said when Slender man caught him, he was playing Slender: The Eight Pages, so he was fond with your typical creepypasta, especially Jeff The Killer. Jared was terrified of Jeff... He never read about Jeff again... Jared got in bed and turned off the lights. 2:00: Jared woke up in the middle of the night after hearing his outdoor trash can tumbling to the ground. Jared turned on the lights and looked out the window where his trash can was right outside of. The trash can had indeed fell to the ground, but Jared saw something else that caught his eye. A man in a white hoodie was walking around Jared's house... Jared yelled out the window. Jared: Hey man! You can't just go around knocking over people's trash cans! The man turned to face Jared and took of his hood. Jared saw the face of Jeff the killer. Jared: WHOA! WHAT THE FUCK MAN!? Jared ran away from the window and grabbed a knife out of his drawer and hid in his closet, shivering with fear. He heard his front door slowly opening, then footsteps leading to his room. He heard breathing, too. Jeff looked under Jared's bed, under his bed sheets, even behind the T.V. Jeff couldn't find Jared, Jeff left.