I sat there quietly, casually browsing through DeviantArt's art and stories. In a different tab, I was listening to some CreepyPasta audio versions, particularly my favourite one, Jeff the Killer. I had already read the original story and was now listening to someone reading the story on YouTube. I liked MrCreepyPasta's channel the best due to he had an excellent voice for Jeff's character.
It was late, well past 2:00 am but with it being the weekend, I didn't have to get up for anything in the morning. Though, not wanting to disturb anyone or possibly have my father hear what I was listening too, I had my headphones plugged in. On the plus side, I now could hear Jeff's, or rather, MrCreepyPasta's voice, better. It almost felt as if, Jeff was right there, talking to me. I was sure that if anyone knew they would defiantly think I was insane, but it was my secret.
Suddenly, the story skipped and repeated the last sentence. I ignored it, thinking my video hadn't loaded and it needed a second to catch up. But when the story suddenly stopped and a painfully loud screeching sound came bursting through my headphones with the volume full blast, I jumped and quickly covered my mouth from screaming. After a few second, I heard a distinct breathing, low, slightly raspy but taking full deep breaths in a calm matter. I figured this wasn't MrCreepyPasta's version and was someone being clever with the story to freak out anyone listening or watching.
"Hello." A deep and very hoarse voice said from my head phones. This defiantly wasn't MrCreepyPasta's version. His voice wasn't nearly as hoarse or as deep. Still I continued browse through the endless art and stories, deciding to let the video play. "I said...hello." The voice repeated, this time sounded more aggressive and annoyed. I paused, listening. "Yes...you. I'm talking to you." This was now getting a bit too freaky. Sitting back, I pulled off one side of my head phone and looked back at my door. It was shut and locked, no shadow was moving under the crack of my door.
"Will you stop looking at your fucking door and face me!" The voice snapped loudly. I jumped and looked back at my computer. The picture I was looking at was still up, I seen nothing different except...my internet browser window was blinking. Like it did when something new had popped up while I was on a new tab. "Click on the fucking tab!" I swallowed but my curiosity got the better of me. When I clicked on the tab, a new screen suddenly appeared. My eyes widened and I suddenly covered my mouth in shock, fear and slightly had a fan girl moment. Staring back at me, was a young man. His face near white, greasy black hair that went just past his shoulders in a tousled mess. His eyes, wide open and unblinking, eye lids burnt off ages ago, his face cut into a permanent smile. It was Jeff...the Killer.
"H-how...Who..." I wasn't sure what to do or say. Was this someone playing a joke? I know I was logged into YouTube and I had many Jeff the Killer videos favourited so anyone who had even beginner hacker skills could have decided to try to play some kind of prank on me. The man laughed, lowly and sinister, much like I heard other people do. But for the first time, it sent a shiver down my spine and my heart raced. I swallowed, trying to push my rising fear down.
"Hello." He repeated. I leaned forward, trying to see any sign of makeup or anything to prove this was a joke. What I immediately noticed was the background behind him. It looked like an abandoned warehouse, but the walls were decorated with blood and pages which I couldn't read. I held back a tremble.
"H-hi." My voice came out nothing more than a squeak, making Jeff laugh again.
"You know who I am...don't you?" He asked, leaning back from the camera a bit. I only nodded. "I've been watching you for a while." I froze, my breathing caught in my throat. He let out another laugh, amused by my reactions, he lifted an obviously used knife and played with it, now looking at the knife rather than the screen. "Obsessed with a killer." Another chuckle. "What a freak." He grinned back at me. I was partly offended by this but...it was true.
"Why...why are you talking to me?" I wasn't sure how else to put it. I know there are literally millions of other fans of him, some who have admitted they wouldn't care if he tried to kill them, that they would be there for him, listen to him and a bunch of other bullshit I didn't believe they meant. Why single me out? He shrugged, picking his teeth with his blade.
"Random chance actually...you were easy to hack cause you turned off your safety that keeps malware out." My eyes widened. I forgot I had did that due to internet connection issues. I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed when I heard it was by random, that he found me and he had no particular interest in me.
"Okay..." I said simply, unsure of what to do. Jeff the Killer...or at least someone pretending to be him was now talking to me. "So..." I began, trying to think of anything to say. "Are you...real?" I instantly regretted asking the question. Suddenly, Jeff leaned forward right into the camera.
"Do I look fucking real!?" He snapped loudly, making me jump and throw off my headphones. Even with the headphones off I could hear him break into a fit of laughter. I rubbed my ears and grabbed my headphones and put them back on. To be honest, I still didn't believe he was real. Just some jerk who got off with fucking with people.
"You look real...but..." I trailed off, making Jeff lift a brow, even though he didn't have any.
"You still think I'm just some clown pretending. Just a person wearing some makeup and is screwing with people on the internet. Am I right?" He said surprisingly calm. I slowly nodded, expecting him to do another jump scare. He grinned. "Peh. I can prove it... I am the real deal Babe." I scrunched my nose at the name though he paid no attention to me. "How about this...I'll come fucking meet you? I have your IP address so finding you isn't a problem." He smirked. "Look at me being all...gentlemanly and coming to you. You don't even need to do anything. Well...except for meeting me at the tracks right beside your house." My eyes widened. How did he know I lived beside the tracks?
"You want your proof Babe? Meet me at the tracks on your next day off. I'll meet you there and show you just how...real I am." He chuckled a bit, stabbed his desk with his knife and leaned back. "Think about it. Either I'm lying, I don't show up and you're right that I'm just some fake punk or...you get to meet someone who you're a big fan of. It a win/win scenario Babe."
At this point, the idea of a character that was written on some site being real was kind of silly. I was having doubts that this person was real, I mean I read about him on a CreepyPasta site. Seen countless videos of fake movie trailers and even animations. There was no way Jeff was real. Plus if he was, there would be new reports and warnings about him all over the TV and Radios.
"Okay. I'll meet you next week...Jeff." I couldn't hold back a smile, now almost excited. I wasn't sure if I was excited to meet Jeff or to prove this ass-hole wrong. Jeff smiled back at me and leaned forward again and ran his finger up and down his blade almost seductively.
"It's a date Babe. Be sure to wear something nice. Oh, and I think it's about time you...go to sleep." I suddenly had a very violent shiver run up my spine and I couldn't stop myself from gasping as he said that. He broke into another fit of laughter and the screen suddenly went black and my browser closed. I sat there, trembling. Part of me was screaming at myself, saying how could I be such an idiot and to call the police. But another part told me to calm down and relax, that there was no way a fictional character like Jeff was real. It was like saying Slenderman was real and all of the CreepyPasta's were as well. I shook my head and decided to take Jeff's advice and go to bed.
As I crawled under my covers, I had a very uneasy feeling, like I had just done something bad. Almost like I was a child knowing I was about to get in trouble and just waiting for it to actually happen. I ignored it, put on the happiest and most bubbly song on my phone and tried to fall asleep. I didn't get much sleep that night.
******
Needless to say, the beginning of my week seemed to last forever. But as the day to meet Jeff got closer, the days seemed to go by way to quick for my comfort. By my next day off, I was a jumble of nerves and everyone thought I was actually getting sick. I was even offered an extra day off. I refused, mainly due to I didn't want my father to find out what I had done. I tried reasoning that everything would be fine but I was nervous because I literally had made plans to meet a killer. I had kept my "date" as Jeff put it completely to myself. I did however tell my father I was going out to see someone on my day off. There was a little bit of snow on the ground and the weather was warming up so he thought nothing of me wanting to go out.
Finally, the day came. I didn't sleep at all the night prior. Or rather, I gave up about 3:00 am and decided to get ready. Jeff never said what time he was supposed to be here and I surely didn't want to keep him waiting. Like Jeff suggested, I put on something nice, though I was wondering if I was going to regret it. I had to physically ignore my instincts to suddenly burst into my father's room and tell him everything. I didn't want to admit it but my fangirl side of me was now over ruling my sense of judgement. Pulling out almost every article of clothing I owned, I settled on a white shirt that was decorated with words.
Words such as "So Nice. Darkness. Fallen, Faith. Dark" in a variety of shades from light grey to black, along with many crosses. It had a zipper that went from a choker like collar down to the hem. There was a pair of black angel wings painted on my back with a black see through nylon just above the wings. The shirt was a long sleeve and it went down past my hips. So I figured it was a nice enough of a shirt to seem like I was dressing to impress but showed next to no skin so as to not give him a false impression. I put on a pair of black yoga pants due to I loved them and wanted to be comfortable. I debated if I wanted to bring my white sweater that reminded me of Jeff's. In the end, I decided against it, thinking it was a bit too cliche. Brush my hair and teeth, I put on a bit of make up and deodorant, twice actually. Mainly because I was still so nervous I forgot the first time.
By the time I was finished, it was wasn't even 5:00 am yet. It was still pitch black outside but decided to head out anyway, too nervous to stay and wait for my dad to wake up and start questioning me. I grabbed my fall jacket and quietly slipped out. Walking up the tracks took longer than I thought due to ice and other obstacles that I couldn't see in the darkness. I had to use my phone for light but it didn't help that much. The closer I got to the tracks, the more I was beginning to regret coming. By the time I had actually reached the tracks, I was shaking like a leaf from the cold and fear.
So I waited. And waited. And waited. Looking at my phone, I huffed seeing I had been here for an hour and a half. I was freezing and the sun was starting to peek over the horizon. Perhaps I was right though, maybe he was just some punk fucking with me. I looked around, I had never actually been up by the tracks. It was...weird. There was an open field on one side, the town on the other. But right beside the tracks was a small area of trees. The trees had no business of being there but I figured they were put there as a wind breaker for the farmer's field. Turning back towards the town, I began to realize just how far away I was. It was at least a 15 minute walk back and I couldn't even see my house due to the abandoned and over grown camp ground the was settled right in between me and my house.
That's when I started to think how much of an idiot I was. Perhaps I am right and it is just someone who is messing with me. That still doesn't mean that some psychopathic killer won't show up and gut me. I'm far enough away that nobody would reach me in time, perhaps even far enough that nobody could hear me. I began to trembling and my breathing quickened. Oh god how could I have been so stupid!
I suddenly turned to start heading back home, that's when a rock hit my shoulder. It didn't hurt but it got my attention. I whipped around, seeing nobody at first. It wasn't until I focused on one of those weird power boxes that I noticed someone leaning against it. Gasping, I took a step back and nearly fell over.
That's when I heard laughter. The same from the video last week, dark, cruel and sinister, impossible to forget. It could only belong to a mad man.
"Hello." A hoarse voice came from the dark figure. I hadn't even noticed him standing there. Just how long had he been there? No trains came or went since I arrived. Pushing off the power box, he started walking towards me. As he got closer, I could see more and more of his face. I was frozen firmly in spot, only my head tilting slightly upwards as he stopped close enough that I had to lift my head to see his face. A little less than an arm's length away. Close enough, that his knife could slice into my body.
"Oh god..." I stammered, not believing my eyes. Jeff chuckled and tilted his head to the side a bit.
"This enough proof for ya Babe?" He asked in a mocking manner. I tried nodding, only managing to lower my head ever so slightly. My eyes however never stopped moving. Shifting and scanning the man before me. Other times it was the area around him. He was defiantly older than in all of stories, now a young man rather than a teenage juvenile. His white hoodie was now stained from his wrists to his elbows in a reddish brown color. Around his collar and chest was heavily splattered with the same colors. But the entire hoodie had faded in an off white, near grey color from years of not being washed.
"See something you like Babe?" He tease, breaking me from my intense staring and causing a red flash of embarrassment to rush into my cheeks. Now he was scanning me, his dark, ominous eyes darting about my body and face. I held back a quiver. "Heh, took my advice. So...nice." He chuckled, reading the text that was written across my chest. I knew I was going to regret wearing this.
Than he started walking around me, his constantly open eyes never leaving my form. I felt like object on display, being looked over to see if I was acceptable to be purchased and brought home. I stiffened when I felt him grab some of my hair, I had no idea what he was doing though. I didn't hear anything, but I felt his hand travel up the length of my hair to the base of my skull.
"So soft." He muttered to what seemed to be himself, so I kept quiet. I suddenly imagined him grabbed a handful of hair, tiling my head back and slicing open my throat. My eyes welled up at the thought and I held back a sob. I didn't want him to see I was afraid, it would just encourage him. I nearly screamed when I felt the cold blade brush my skull, but less than a second later it was gone. It wasn't until he dangled a lock of hair in front of me that I realized he cut off some of my hair. Immediately my hand reached back to feel the spot, I couldn't feel it at first. Not until I went under all my hair and near the base of my skull that I felt the small bald patch.
I choked back a sob, realizing how close I had come to death. He walked back around, looking between my now terrorized face and the hair he just cut off. Casually he dropped the hair and rubbed his finger tips together to rid his hand if any remaining hair. His smile had only broadened since I last seen it, making my heart thrash against my ribs. Taking a step closer, he kept his blade up at the same level as my face, but his grip was loose, lazy even. He chuckled.
"You look so tired." He added, making my eyes widened and head snap up to him. I was certain I was dead. But when he suddenly turned and lowered the knife, I couldn't help but let out a shaky breath. "Don't be so tense Babe. This is a date after all."
"'Date'?" I repeated, momentarily forgetting that's what he had called it last week. He looked back at me, making me look down and bite my bottom lip nervously. His laughter made me look back at him, he was laughing so hard he was holding his stomach.
"Ooooh how easily you forget." He spat the last word viciously despite his forever grinning face. "I mean, you knew it was one. You got dressed up, just for me. Came here, just for me. And waited here for nearly 2 hours, just for me." Jeff laughed hysterically again, leaning his head back and continued to laugh into the sky. "I was wondering how long you would wait for me. I got my answer. Frankly, I was surprised that you came at all!" He now was flicking his wrist around, the knife glinting in the morning sun. Than, he pointed at me with his pale, dirty finger with the hand holding the knife. "Really, you made my day."
"G-glad I made your...day." I smiled awkwardly, my eyes glanced back towards my hidden house. I considered bolting for it, but he was too close. He would easily catch up. I needed to put some distance between us and then perhaps, I could make it. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice me eyeing the distance to my safety and continued giggling and laughing like the maniac he was.
"But!" He stopped laughing abruptly, making me focus in him. "So far, this is hardly a date." His voice now seemed deeper, more terrifying than I had hear thus far. His eyes seemed to get darker, which I didn't think it was even possible.
"It's...not?" I hesitated before replying. With a speed that surprised me, he rushed at me making me let out a yelp. The side of his blade pressed against my neck, the sharp edge just over my shoulder. If I were to even flinch the blade would slice through my flesh. I couldn't stop several tears from rolling down my cold cheeks, making the make up sting my eyes. His other hand reached up and brushed my cheek. I didn't dare even glance up at him, scared that if I even moved my eyes, the knife would cut into me.
"Look at me." He said rather calmly. I hesitated out of fear. He turned the blade in towards my neck, I could feel what felt like a paper cut along where the razor sharp knife made contact with my skin. "Look at me!" He repeated aggressively. This time my eyes snapped up and locked with his own. He studied my face before pulling the knife away and kept it pointed at me. Lower and lower, the knife travelled before stopping near our hips. I didn't look though, still looking into Jeff's eyes. He looked like, he was searching for something. What was he looking for?
Suddenly, I felt the blade stab into my side, making me scream and suddenly grab the wound. Jeff pulled the knife out as I fell to my knees sobbing. He huffed as he tapped his foot impatiently.
"Get up Bitch." Even though I was in an enormous amount of pain, my side still steadily bleeding, I forced my self to my feet and lifted my head to look at him. He was grinning widely. "Good." His other closed fist smashed into my cheek, sending me flying to the snow cover ground. I spat out some blood, looking back up at Jeff. His eyes were searching me again. I didn't understand what he was doing, but this was Jeff. A crazed psycho killer. Who I agreed to meet. If anyone was to blame for this it was me.
I again forced myself to get up. I stumbled a bit as I stood, but turned back towards him and straightened m self as much as I could. The gash gushed more blood but I tried to ignore it. Jeff seemed confused for a moment then started laughing.
"Babe." He smiled, almost warmly as his other hand swung and his knife got me in the cheek down to my chin. This time I only fell to my knees, a bit prepared for it but god it hurt. I couldn't help but sob and clutch my cheek. He knelt down on one knee and grabbed a fist full of hair, jerking my head back and looked into my tear filled eyes. "Damn...that's a good look on ya." He leaned down and licked at the cut in my cheek. His saliva smelt putrid and stung the fresh wound. I nearly gagged from the smell but I was surprised when his lips brushed the cut, I wasn't sure if it was a kiss or he was whispering something.
But just as quickly, Jeff suddenly stood and dragged me across the snow covered gravel with a fist full of my hair. I cried out, kicking and screaming in pain and fear, clawing at his hand. After only a few feet he dropped me, making my head smash down against one of the cold metal train rail with a loud clang. Stars burst in front if my eyes and danced in front of me. I, for a blissful moment, forgot what was happening to me for a few seconds. That was until I heard a crack of a rib breaking and the wind being knocked out of me as Jeff brought his foot down on my chest. I gasped and wheeze, turning to my side, curling into a ball.
"Aw Babe don't do that. It so...cliche." I'm not sure why I listened, but I uncurled from my fetal position and tried to get up. He erupted in laughter and literally danced around my broken body. "Yes! Get up! This is so much fun!" Jeff laughed hysterically. I couldn't help but glare at the pale man before me. This caused him to stop suddenly and tilt his head at me. "What this?" He was genuinely confused.
As I forced myself to my feet, collapsing once and got up again, I glared at Jeff with an anger I had never felt before. Perhaps he was used to people just reacting in fear or was unsure where this came from, but it took him off guard. He suddenly grew extremely angry and tackled me full force, dropping his knife. Punching my face, he let out cries of anger, frustration and... something else. Something I couldn't place. When the round punches stopped, I opened now swelling eyes. He wasn't smiling, he was frowning. Not in anger but, it almost looked like sadness. A sad smile.
I'm not sure what brought what happened next out of me, but I didn't care.
"What me to say hello?" He stared at me, confusion filled his forever smiling face. I coughed and repeated. "Want me...to say...hello." I was finding it hard to breath with Jeff sitting on my chest, especially with a broken rib.
"What the fuck...are you talking about?" He asked. I swallowed a mouthful of blood.
"To...Liu." I sputtered, I could see the surprise in his eyes. An open palm slap followed shortly after. I coughed and looked back. "I can you know. I can say...hello." Another slap. I was getting to him, or pissing him off, either or. But I wasn't sure what else to do.
"Perhaps...to your mother. I bet she misses you." Jeff flinched at my words, then went still.
"M-mommy?" I nodded and tried to smile through the pain.
"Yes Jeff."
Jeff suddenly got up, but remained towering over me, looking at me and my bruising face.
"Mom...mommy..." He repeated, now lost in what I presumed was a memory. I held back a cough, I didn't want to break what ever he was in.
"I can...tell her you love her..." Jeff made a circular like nod.
"I...love Mom...I love you mommy." He repeated and stumbled back holding either side of his head. The moment he moved away, I stood. I needed to get enough distance between us, distract him enough that I could bolt. But he was still too close.
"And Liu too?" Jeff made a half laugh, half sobbing sound.
"I miss you Liu." He cried. "I-I didn't mean-" I quietly shuffled further, putting more distance between us.
"He misses you too Jeff. More then you know." Jeff let out a full sob and cover his face.
"Mom...Liu...I'm-I'm sorry..." I was now just about 10 feet away. I knew if I didn't do it soon, Jeff would snap out of what ever I put him in.
After a minute of his sobbing, I bolted. I ran down the snowy area and into the small treed area. I suddenly heard Jeff cry out.
"You fucking Bitch!" I didn't look back. I was now able to see the camp ground sign but I didn't slow. I managed to jump over the rope fence and into the camp ground. If I could make it home, I was safe. But I was only a quarter of the way through when I felt Jeff tackle me from behind. I let out a loud high pitch scream as we rolled and tumbled in the muddy snow.
My eyes bulged as his cold hands clasped around my throat. I gasped and clawed at his hands and arms as he stared at me with burning wild eyes.
"Oh you clever bitch. But now, you'll truly be able to say hello. Now...go...to..sleep!" My world started to darken. I heard a dog barking and voices but the last thing I saw was Jeff's wide grin, staring back at me.
*****
My eyes opened once, seeing nothing but white. I closed them again, than I heard a strange beeping. I opened my eyes again, now seeing white walls, a door and a window.
"W-where?" I rolled, more like flopped my head side to side. Where was I? My memories of Jeff suddenly came flooding back, making me jerk up. The beeping quickened and a woman came in.
"Please stay laying down. You've been in a terrible accident." She said as she pushed me back down gently. That when I felt all the pain. Looking over my body, I was covered in bandages, casts and had tubes coming from my arms and nose.
"W-what happened?" I asked. I knew what happened to me but I wanted to know how I survived. What happened to Jeff? The nurse only hushed me and smiled sweetly.
"You're family will be in shortly." She left shortly after. Only a few minutes later, my father and brother came rushing in.
"You're awake! How are you feeling?" My father asked, gently hugging me. I blinked, looked between the two of them.
"Uh...sore...confused?" How...did I..." I trailed off.
They looked at each other then back at me.
"You were in a really bad car accident." My eyes flew open.
"What?!" I said not believing them. That's not what happened! Jeff was there! He nearly killed me.
"Yeah. Remember you said you were going into town? You hit a patch of black ice and hit another car and went into a deep ditch. Your car flipped three times. You hit you head, broke a rib and the glass cut you up pretty bad. Thank god for your seat belt though, but it was a bit too high and cut off you wind pipe for bit causing you to black out." I sat there jaw open. But I remembered Jeff so vividly.
"But...I saw Jeff...I felt him..." I said in a daze. My father gave me a weird look.
"'Jeff'?" He repeated.
"Jeff the Killer." I finished...my eyes casted down.
"'Jeff the Killer?'" My elder brother half snorted half laughed, making me look up. "Man what medication did they give you? You have been reading way too many CreepyPastas." I wanted to argue but wasn't sure if I even could. My brother turn to my still confused father. "Jeff the Killer is a character from a story who goes around killing people with a knife. Apparently he cut a permanent smile into his cheeks and cut out his eye lids."
"Burnt." I corrected quietly. They both looked at me, I shrank a bit into my bedding. "He burnt his eyes lids off...not cut." Dad suddenly seemed upset and frustrated.
"Okay, you have been reading why too many of these...what ever stories! Maybe a few weeks here will clear your mind of any of this...Jeff person." I only nodded. To be honest, I was glad that I was being scolded at. I never wanted to read another CreepyPasta ever again, and Jeff no longer was my favorite character.
The doctor came in then and everyone including me turned to him. He smiled and looked at his clip board.
"My, you certainly got banged and bruise didn't you?" I only nodded. He checked my pulse and several other medical things. I was just happy to be alive. "I bet you learned you lesson? Hm?" He joked writing everything down. Again I nodded. "Well good. But this is what happens when you don't shoulder check." I blinked confused.
"Huh?" Suddenly both Daddy and my brother looked uneasy as my father grabbed the Doctor's arm.
"May we talk? Outside?" He nearly hissed while glancing between me and him. The Doctor nodded and all three stepped out. I blinked confused.
"'Shoulder...check?" But they said I hit black ice, maybe he had me confused with someone else or I wasn't told the entire story. Too tired, I tried not to think too much about it. I was happy to simply be alive, I leaned back and sighed. I looked out the window, it was about late afternoon, the sun starting to set. My eyes drooped and I let out a yawn.
I opened my eyes to darkness again, only the moon gave any kind of light. I opened and closed my eyes several more times before I realized someone was sitting in the chair in front of me. Figuring it was my father or brother, I wasn't too bothered by their presence and tried to go back to sleep.
That was until I heard an all too familiar voice.
"Hello." My eyes flew open and I sat up just to be pushed back down onto the bed, a dirty hand covering my mouth preventing me from screaming."Shhhhhhhh." He chuckled. The moonlight highlighting his face, making him look even more intimidating that I have ever seen him. No. No. No. NO! This isn't happening! I'm just hallucinating! "It's Okay. Jeffrey's here." He let out a cackle. "I missed you. Our 'date' was so much fun. I was hoping we could do it again."
Tears were now pouring down my cheeks. Not again, I couldn't handle it. Jeff leaned down and licked up my tears, toying with me. "Your blood is so much sweeter than your tears." Using his free hand he pulled away at the gauze bandaged on my cheek, the cool hair stung the angry looking, now stitched up gash. Jeff frowned at the stitching.
"Ugh." He grunted in annoyance and ran a finger down the stitching. "Hmmph...maybe another time." He retorted to himself, looking back down into my own eyes.
"Now, I don't say this to just anyone but I really did enjoy the time we had together." He started, keeping his now sweaty hand over my mouth. "And as much!..." He growled, almost in pleasure. "...as I would love to kill you. I find my self at a crossroads." Jeff tilted his head with a weird almost pouting look. "I find with you, the chase is so much more fun. And when you were drawing you're last breath and I could see your life leaving your body, I felt myself wanting...more." Again he let out a groan of excitement with his last word. "So. This is what I am going to do. I...am going to go." He pointed at the window. "And someday, I'll come back and we'll have another date!" Jeff chuckled at my horrified expression. "Won't that be fun?"
I nearly passed out. Jeff was going to stalk me for the rest of my life like a game of cat and mouse? No! This could...this isn't happening! Everyone said I was in a car accident. Almost like he was reading my mind, Jeff chuckled.
"Oh and the whole 'car accident' bullshit, is a lie. After I let you go, your neighbours saw me running off and told the police. They told the FBI who came down and told everyone to keep quiet about me." Jeff laughed again and sighed. "Apparently I'm too 'much' for the public. So everything about me is all hush hush." He laughed some more and scratched his face. "The...'CreepyPastas'...aren't fiction. They are all real. Put there by hackers who got hold of the FBI files. And People..."He held back a fit of laughter. "LOVE us! Isn't that just, wonderful?"
I was now about to vomit. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
The door opened and the nurse walked in looking at a clipboard in front of her, not noticing Jeff. In an instant Jeff up off of me and rushed at the Nurse. The door slammed close as I let out a gasp, trying to regain my breath, watching in horror as Jeff mercilessly attacked the woman. She didn't even have time to scream as Jeff stabbed the knife deep into the side of her neck, gripping her hair with his free hand. He leaned close and whispered hoarsely, "You should always knock before entering a room...now... Go to SLEEP!" She only was able to let you a gurgled whimper as Jeff half sawed the blade across her neck. The opened gash spurted blood out at Jeff and onto the clean white floor. I heard Jeff let out a satisfied sigh, looking back at me.
"That hit the spot." That's when I finally let out a high pitch scream, Jeff didn't even seem to hear it. He only rolled his eyes, and casually, Jeff went to the window and opened it, looking back over at me and grinned.
"It's late, you should...go to sleep." He chuckled. "See you around Babe." And just as several doctors, nurses and even a security guard burst in, Jeff jump out of the window and ran off into the night.