"Go to sleep."

Panicking, I hit the intruder on the head with the bat. I heard him cry out in pain and I realized who this was the moment I had opened my eyes.

"He seemed a little older than you."
"Black pants, white hoodie stained with blood."
"That bloody smile carved into his face."

This was the killer...

"Yooouuu little brat!" He exclaimed. "You could have damaged my beautiful face! Because of that, I swear to god, that I will make sure that you bleed out like the bug you are!"

I yelped when he grabbed the handle of the bat, pulling it away from my hands and throwing it to the other side of the room. The adrenaline got to me, especially my legs, but I managed to push him down roughly and bolted out of the room. I heard his growls and he started to chase after me, through the hallways and down the stairs; I ended up tripping on the second to last step of the staircase.

Hearing the killer laugh maniacally not so far away, I scrambled back to my feet and bolted to the front door; no way in hell's name could I fight against a guy like him!

Once I had managed to unlock the door, I swung it open and-

"Not so fast..."

A pale hand with a slight leathery feel to it coiled around my pale neck, giving it a squeeze. I gasped as more pressure was slowly being applied. With his left foot, the killer slammed the door closed and locked it afterwards with his free hand. "That was fun while it lasted," he began. "but don't you think you should go to sleep now? You look pretty exhausted."
"Well, I was sleeping earlier until somebody had the nerve to break into my home!" I sneered, but he gave my neck another squeeze.
"That's a shame, maybe I can help you out."
"Ey, but what if I don't want to sleep anymore?"
"That's too bad, since it's way past your bedtime, and I found you awake and trying to play with me."

I sighed deeply as I continued to pry his hand off of my neck, but all he did was chuckle at my struggle. I had the nerve to kick him in the stomach, causing him to stumble a bit, letting go of my neck in the process. Taking this as an advantage, I ran away. As fast as I can.

"HEY!" He yelled out. "I SAID GO TO SLEEP!" He gave a couple snarls and chased after me. I managed to unlock the backyard door and run out, noticing a shattered window from the corner of my eye.

Suddenly, I was tackled down to the ground, then being dragged into the small shed at the corner of the backyard that my uncle had built two years ago. I was now pinned down, my struggling came to a cease.

"You're really entertaining," He started off. "and it'd be a shame to bring an end to that pretty face of yours, girl. So I suppose I'll be nice today and spare you for now."
"So can I go free now?" I asked, a smirk starting to form across my face until he chuckled.
"Eh, but I'm going to be at your place a lot more often now. Call the cops or someone like that, I'll kill you in your sleep. Got it?"

I nodded my head multiple times. He got off of me and helped me up, grabbing my arm and tugging me back inside the house, locking the backyard door afterwards.

"What's your name?" He asked, jumping onto the black couch in the living room and reaching for the remote control.
"I... Don't like my real name." I mumbled. He turned on the television and started flipping through channels, grumbling a bit.
"I'm Jeff, now you gotta tell me what your name is."
"... You dense frick fracker."
Jeff snickered. "Hey, I told you my name, now you need to tell me what yours is."

I mumbled very quietly.
"What?"
"E-Effeine!"

Jeff leaned back into the couch, making himself comfortable and now watching a horror movie. "It's a pretty name that I've never heard of before," he said. "so what's there not to like about it?"
"I just don't really like it." I said.

He patted at the spot next to him on the couch, I shrugged my shoulders and sat down next to him. I swear to god, this has to be a dream, because there's no way, no way in hell's name that a serial killer spares my life and is now in my living room, watching a horror movie with me. I glanced over at the clock. "3:42 A.M."

"You seriously aren't tired at this point, though?" He spoke up as he slid down, now resting his head on my lap.
"After all of that crap, not really." I replied.

Jeff yawned loudly and pulled out a plain black sleeping mask, putting it over his eyes. "Whatever," he started slurring. "I'm tired, Effeine. G'night." And in a matter of minutes, his body went limp as he drifted off to sleep, snoring softly now. I couldn't help but grin and giggle. I continued to watch the horror movie.

~*~*~

The next morning, no, actually, a few hours later, I woke up and glanced down at my lap. Jeff wasn't there anymore. I sat up and fixed my hair a bit, moving strands of it behind my ear as I looked around for him. I then remembered about the broken window, shattered into pieces in the kitchen. What am I supposed to do about that?!

Whatever, my family won't come back for around two weeks, so I'm safe for now. I'll think of something eventually to fix it. I sighed deeply and stretched my arms and legs out, waltzing upstairs and back to my bedroom; I gave up on looking around for Jeff. Maybe he's out killing, or some shit like that, but I wasn't that curious about the murders anymore.

I took my baseball bat that was thrown out from my room and threw it to my older brother's door, since I absolutely hated him. I saw a little hole in his door and snickered, the twerp deserved that. Suddenly, I heard banging downstairs at the front door. I tilted my head in confusion like those girls in anime and ran down the stairs. The person kept on ringing the doorbell, nonstop! I crackled my knuckles and unlocked the door, but as soon as I did, I realized that it was Jeff, who was now rolling into the house.

"I was wondering where you have gone off to," I said, tapping my foot and crossing my arms in unamusement. Why am I so worried about him?

I then realized that he had on a black trench coat now, probably for trying to blend in with society. Remaining to stay face-flat on the floor in silence, he reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He got up to his feet afterwards, brushing off the dust on his trench coat. I kept on wondering how he got the coat, but then I unfolded the piece of paper that he handed to me. I then realized that this was a flyer; images of a merry-go-round, trees, the usual when it comes to trying to grab people's attention to go to a carnival at a pier that didn't seem so far away.

"I found it while I was stalking some people," Jeff finally said. "I figured that it'd be fun for the both of us if we went tonight."
"Tonight?" I asked, realizing that today was the twenty-fifth of October, the same day where the carnival would start. "Aren't you going to go out killing some people?"
"I said that it would be fun for the both of us, and I could use a little break today."
"Fine, I'll go with you tonight, then. But if this is a prank, you're done for!"

Jeff's smile seemed to widen. "Great, now, I best be getting back to stalking people so I can fill up my list-of-people-to-murder to last me up to December." Jeff grabbed the gray fedora next to the shoe rack that belonged to my dad. He clicked his tongue and walked out. I closed the door and locked it as soon as he left.

I guess this really isn't a dream.