A/N: Welcome, ladies and gentleman; to my Jeff Vs Jane fanfic (staring me and Jane)

In this story, will be blood and guts (so viewers be warned) as well as foul language... This is in first person of me, and in some parts; Jane. This story is about me and Jane trying to track down Jeff after I am nearly killed by him in my home. Along the way, We encounter other creepypasta (including Slenderman) and other demonic creatures... So, Let's begin!

Oh, and if you've read my other two stories: Johanna's Journey and Yandere; then you'd know that I like having Johanna Mason from the first one as my co-host... But for this story I'm replacing her with Jane... She won't be here until after I meet her in the story though...

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Chapter 1: Near death experience

Hello... My name can not be disclosed, but for the sake of this story, you can call be Phoenix... I am being held by the United states government, after I was caught burning down a factory in the woods...

I'd better start from the beginning...

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January 24th, 2016...

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I was sitting in my room late at night, reading a book, when I heard a smashing sound coming from the living room... I was only 16, and should have told a family member, but I got up on my own, and walked to the living room, where I discovered pieces of broken glass on the floor. A window had been broken into. I became frightened and turned around quickly...

My mind played tricks on me. I thought I saw a hooded figure diving out of sight behind a couch. I then thought I saw the same figure rushing to to kitchen. (which was only separated from the living room by a counter.) I slowly made my way to my grandparents room... I couldn't shake the filling off being watched. I thought I heard footsteps but when I turned around, I didn't see anyone or anything...

I picked up my pace and opened my grandparents room. It was pitch black. I could hardly see anything. "Grandma? Grandpa?" I called out quitely. No answer... I walked in further, glancing back to the living room. My house was one story, so I didn't have to worry about the trespasser being upstairs, but that just meant less places to hide from them...

I walked to my grandparents bed, and shook my grandma. But she wasn't moving... "Grandma? Someone's broke into our house... Grandma?" I shook her rougher, but still she didn't move. I pulled back the covers and saw, in horror, blood all over the bed, leaking from several stab wound's on both my grandparents bodies... I covered my mouth so as to not scream, and backed up until I hit the wall. I then slid down it...

"Grandma... Grandpa... No..." I barley whispered. I got up and glanced quickly back to the doorway... A lone figure stood there, wearing a white hoodie... I saw a single chef's knife in the figures right hand... I squeaked panickedly, and grabbed the nearest item I could find; A soft mechanical cat that I had given my Grandma a year or two back...

"Stay... Away..." I ordered, but my voice gave away my fear...

The figure seemed to smile at me as it came closer. It the dim light, I saw a bloodied white hoodie, jet black hair hanging down covering the figures face, and the bloody knife seeming to quiver in anticipation... He was milky white, and almost looked vampire-ish... "You look like you need some rest..." the figure (which I now knew to be male) said... I glanced around for an exit, the only way out was either threw him, or or threw another door to my left...

"Here's some advise: Why don't you Go. To. Sleep...?" He then ran for me, I threw open the door and rushed threw. He reached threw the narrow opening of the door, but I crush his hand with a slam. He growled in pain, and grabbed my shirt, pulling me toward him. I pulled away, some of my shirt ripping as I did, and slammed the door multiple times. Finally he pulled his hand away, and I slammed the door closed, before locking it. I was in my Grandparents bathroom.

I could try to get back to the living room, by heading threw a door on my right, which lead into my grandfathers study, and threw the only other door there, but the crazy guy would be there waiting on me or I could go threw another door infront of me, which lead to the toilet and shower, and try to get out of the window there...

I felt like my best chance was threw the living room though. The window was small and would be hard to break without anything. I had dropped the cat when I ran threw the door, so I wasn't armed. But now was the time to act. If I waited any longer, my choices would become even fewer. I rushed for the door on my right, and entered my grandpa's study, from there, I listened outside the other door. I didn't hear anything. Just when I considered going back for the window, I heard a smashing sound from behind me. I looked back and saw the boy kick open the bathroom door. I screamed and quickly opened the door to the living room.

I didn't bother locking it, what was the point? He already had smashed threw the other door, so he could just go the other way... I ran for my father's room on the other side of the house. I banged on his door before rushing in, and slamming the door behind me, and locking it. "Dad! There's a crazy guy in our house! He killed Grandma and Grandpa, and tried to kill me!" Again I didn't hear an answer. I rushed to my fathers bed, and gasped when I saw the words: 'GO TO SLEEP' written in blood above his bed, and his throat and guts slit open...

I felt tears in my eyes, and rushed for my fathers smart phone. I cut it on, but was stuck as the phone asked for a password... Damn it! I threw the phone down, and rushed for the window. I pulled back the blinds to find the boy standing on the other side glaring at me.

He finally looked up and I saw in horror, that his mouth had been carved into a permanent bloody smile. "Shh... Just go to sleep..." The carved mouth boy said as he put his finger to his mouth... "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I cried, backing up... I was crying now, tears streaming down my face. "What do you want?!"

But it was clear what he wanted...

He wanted me to die, along with my family... I backed up to my fathers door, and wrenched it open, before running for the back door. I unlocked it, and ran out of the house, as fast as I could. I heard laughing behind me and didn't dare look back. I ran for the woods behind my house. My only hope, was to hide in there, and hope he couldn't find me... As I entered the dark forest, I hid behind a tree. Behind me, I heard the sound of footsteps on leafs. "Come out, come out, little pig..."

'little pig? Who is he, Chris Walker?' (Chris Walker is a character in 'Outlast')

I slid down the tree and saw a few rocks on the ground. I reached for them slowly, and brought them up to me as I stood back up again. The sound of footsteps and laughing came closer.

"Just make this easy for me. I promise it will hurt a lot..."

I took one rock and threw it as far to my right as I could. The boy turned and looked in the direction of the noise, before his smile widened, and he raised up his knife, and walked away. I sighed, and stepped away from my tree. I then turned and ran for my house again. I needed to call the police!

As I got there, I ran for the kitchen (where we kept our house phone) and dialed 911..

"911, what is your emergency?" Asked the female operator. "Please! My family has been murdered, and there's a guy with knife... He's trying to kill me!"

"Calm down, Where are you?"

"I'm at: (Ha! You're not getting my address! Nice try!) Please hurry!"

"The police are on their way, what does the person look like?"

But before I could tell her, the phone died. I looked around and saw the same carved mouth boy standing on the other side of the counter, a small cord hanging loosely in his hand. "Don't want them knowing who I am... Now, why don't you come here, and I'll reunite you with your family?" He came closer. "NO!" I threw the phone at him, and it hit him right in the face. He stopped just long enough, for me to turn and run.

I ran for the back door again, but was tripped as he grabbed onto my leg. I kicked him in the face, and felt his nose break. He let go and I got up, before running for my grandparents room again. When I got there, I closed the door and ran for the closet. After closing it, I started counting to ten.

"One..." I started.

"Two... Three... Four..."

I thought I heard something, but just kept my eyes shut and counted.

"Five... Six... Seven... Eight..."

I thought I heard footsteps...

"Nine..."

They were right outside the closet.

"Ten..."

The closet door was forced open and I screamed. Looking up I saw a dark skinned cop, looking down at me. He lowered his gun and held out a hand to me...

"It's okay, you going to be alright..."

I reluctantly grabbed his hand, and let him pull me up. "Where is the intruder?" He asked, as he holstered his gun. "I-I don't know... He was here a... A second a-go..." I whimpered. "Well, you're safe now..." I felt a wave of relief, but that feeling faded, as I remembered my family...

"It's okay... Everything will be taken care of..." The man said as he stood between me and my dead grandparents...

He walked me outside, where several other police cars were parked, red and blue lights shining.

"Where are they?" I asked.

"In the house. Looking for evidence..."

By now, the color in my face was returning...

"Hey, you might want to take a look at this!" Called the voice of another cop. "I'll be right there. Okay, now listen, I'm going to put you in the car, and you're going to be alright. Do you understand?"

"Yes..." I responded.

"Okay, come on." He escorted me to one of the cop cars, and opened the passenger door. I got in and he closed it, before telling me he'd be back in a little bit.

I nodded and he turned to go back into the house...

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I entered the house after my partner, Alfred, told me to come see something. Entering the house again, I saw several overturned furniture, and a little bit of blood in the kitchen. In the back of the house, in one of the bedrooms, I saw a body of a middle aged man, around his forties on his bed, gutted and throat slit, under the words: 'GO TO SLEEP'...

No doubt about it... This was the work of Jeff the killer... The punk had been hitting houses around local towns, and we haven't been able to find him at all. We didn't even know his last name. But maybe the blood in the kitchen would provide some evidence...

I turned and left to question the kid. He had been pale as death when I first saw him, and just thinking about what he went through made my heart go out for him...

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I was sitting in the police cruiser, when I heard the sound of snapping twigs. Thinking it was one of the cops I turned to look at the source of the noise, and felt myself go pale again. It was him... The carved faced boy stood at the edge of the forest where I had ran before. He was grinning at me. (wither it was because of the carving or not I didn't know) "I'll be seeing you again..." He said, before he turned and ran deeper into the woods...

A minute later, the cop came back out of the house, and got in the drivers seat. "I'm going to take you to the police department. We just want to ask you a few questions." He said before putting the car in drive and driving off, into the night...

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed that first chapter... I'm not sure what to call this yet, but I like the title: Vengeance... Sounds nice and cool...

I hated writing about my family's deaths, but it had to happen... The next chapter will be about the police questioning and being in the police department...

Hope to see you all next time: Cheers!

PS. Reviews would be appreciated!