Chapter Two:

Classes passed somewhat faster than usual and soon school was over and everyone was headed to lunch. Looking around I saw that Lilac was already sitting with her orchestra friends and wasn't going to be able to pay me any mind. I sighed to myself and walked out of the school and began to walk home.

One thing that I enjoyed about being able to walk home by myself was the silence that accompanied me. Today though, I wanted to walk through the wooded path that I always passed on my way to and from home. Turning abruptly on my heel, I began to descend into the dimly lit forest.

Why do I feel like Lilac hadn't finished what she was telling me? Something just doesn't fit. I mean sure I read a lot of Creepypasta, but that doesn't mean I automatically know who this "Jeff" I- I stopped in my tracks, and I felt my eyes widen.

"Oh my god… IM A FREAKING MORON!" I exclaimed to myself surprised at my own obliviousness.

Jeff the Killer, my favorite Creepypasta, and I didn't make the connection til' just now, I feel ashamed almost. I smiled, and began to laugh. To anybody who heard me, I probably sounded like Jeff himself, but I didn't care. Only when I was alone could I let any of the true insanity I felt come out. Even as a toddler I knew I was messed up mentally, and I knew what would happen if others found out; to survive and avoid a padded white cell, I kept it under lock and key within my own head.

Not even my parents knew.

Still chuckling, I said to myself:

"Jeff the Killer, that's bloody BRILLIANT!" I said happily, my voice clearly void of my normal right state of mind. I smiled.

I heard a loud rustle behind me, and instinctively began to pull my insanity back in and regain my composure. My giggling ceased and I turned to look for the source of the sound. I also began to get the paranoid feeling of being watched.

"If your one of the pricks from school trying to make fun of me, I swear to god I will beat you to death with my sketch book!" I proclaimed loudly while holding the hardcover book over my head.

I heard a deep maniacal chuckling, and a boy stepped out of the bushes….

Jeff's POV: (beginning when Sunshine walked into the woods)

Those idiotic high-school students should be getting out soon, and then party can finally start I thought, my already large smile beginning to get bigger.

That moronic football jock put up much less of a fight then I thought, but maybe today will be different.. Maybe I'll get a good fighter-

Before I could finish my thoughts, I heard the unmistakable sound of leaves crunching under footsteps. Somebodies coming… hehehe…..

Quickly and quietly I hid in the dense and concealing plant life.

So whenever they get close, I'll jump out and- no… that's not very fun. Maybe I'll scare them, until fear absolutely destroys them, and when they've finally broken..

I'll make them go to sleep. I thought finally formulating a plan of attack.

The person began to come into view. It was a young girl, probably a freshman. She looked very delicate and easy to over power. Boring. she also looked deep in thought.

She suddenly stopped and her eyes widened.

Shit, did she already see m- once again my train of thought was cut off.

"Oh my god… IM A FREAKING MORON!" she yelled to nobody in particular. A wide smile found itself on her face and she began to laugh. She sounded eerily similar to.. Me. The same hint of insanity in her voice. It gradually began to lessen until she spoke again.

"Jeff the Killer, that's bloody BRILLIANT!" she shouted. I froze. Did she see me? How did she know that it was me? Who in the hell is this girl?! My shock combined with my confusion caused me to drop my knife.

She immediately stopped laughing and that crazed glint in her eye disappeared. Interesting…

She began turning all around looking for me, causing me to laugh internally. She looked annoyed and frustrated as she shouted an empty threat and held her large sketchbook over her head. How cute. This should be an even more entertaining kill than I thought.

Letting that thought cloud my mind, I stood and revealed myself to who would soon be my next victim.