WAKE UP – A JEFF THE KILLER FANFIC

Sorry the chapters are so short; I just like ending it at a cliff-hanger. :3 Also, I have been camping for a while so sorry for not posting :3 I swear this one will be a bit longer. (only like 50 words BUT OH WELL)

~Frannie3

I open my eyes groggily. I sit up in bed and stretch my arms. What a crazy dream...

This was not my bedroom. I look at my sheets, and instead of being white and clean like they are at my house, they were completely red – I think it was blood.

I direct my attention to the door a few meters from the front of the bed. The whole room was grey and dull, except for the dark red writing on the wall.

"Eve, meet me in the dining room. From, J." I read out loud.

Who the hell is "J" and why am I here?!

I sit up in the strange bed and rub my eyes. I slip out of the bed and walk towards the door nearby. I put my hand on the knob. I slowly turn the knob, expecting the worst to come when I open the door. But when I opened it, there was nothing but a long, dark hallway with one door at the very end. Being the horror-obsessed girl I am, I fully expected some jumpscare to appear while I walked down the hall. There was nothing. As I put my hand on the other doorknob, I realized that this must be the dining room since there weren't any other rooms. The door opens and I jerk my hand away. That wasn't me. It couldn't have been...

I stick my head into the room. It had a huge table with about 20 chairs around it and a giant, dusty chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I slowly walk over to the chair at the end of the table and sit down. I look around once more, verifying that I was alone. I appeared to be... But something was... off. There was a strange pain in my neck... I lift my hand up to my throat and notice that there was a long slice going across my throat. It obviously wasn't deep enough to kill me, and it was a few days old and had scabbed over. I wonder how long I was here... I rest my hands on the dark, wood table, pushing away some dust. This place was OLD. I found it very weird how there was only two rooms and two doors. How did I get in here? How do I get out...?

Just then, I feel a hand on my mouth. It was really cold and rough. I panic and try screaming but the hand prevents any sound from coming from my mouth. I grab the hand and pull on it to get it off of me and it worked. I turn around to see... A familiar face.