"Homicidal Maniac broke free from Colorado Psychiatric ward-Victims found with eyes carved out and mouths cut up into a smile-family of four, three dead, youngest son to blame-GO TO SLEEP!"

Emma woke with a yelp, shooting straight up in bed and panting as she looked around for the scource of the horrid buzzing. The sky was dark with tints of orange just barely grazing the horizon. She looked ver to her alarm clock, the indicator of the wretched sound, and slammed her fist down on the snooze button. The numbers read 6:00 AM, just like if she were to wake up for school.

But school did not start for another week. When had she set her alarm? And when had she gotten home?

She looked across the room, finding her brother gently snoring away in his own bed and she let her shoulders sag in relie with a sigh. Her alarm was turned off and she rolled back over, trying to forget the previous night's events, if they had indeed happened, and closed her eyes. She dreamt of brown rabbits hopping through soft green meadows while wearing overall dresses.

Emma twitched and grumbled to herself as she was pulled from sleep once more by her phone ringing. She rolled back over and grabbed the device, answering it without even looking at who it was as she yawned. "Hello?"

"Emma? Thank God you're alright! I thought for a moment you ended up like the guy on the news!"

she was slowly waking back up, barely catching what Christian had said last. "Guy on the news?"

There was silence on the other line for a while and Emma thought maybe the call had dropped. It didn't. "Em, turn on Channel 6, NOW." She raised an eyebrow at her friend's reactin before shrugging it off and pulling herself out of bed, heading to the living room and turning on the television to the news as she had asked.

"Our top story tonight, the infamous "Go To Sleep" Killer or what many on the internet are calling him "Jeff The Killer" has struck again. Police found the dead body of 20 year old Brian Manolin last night around 4:15 AM. The victim's eyes had been cut out and his cheeks carved in with a smile."

Emma's blood ran cold as the news reporter was replaced with a headshot of the killed. It was the same blonde from the party who tried to drag her upstairs. She nearly dropped her phone, unable to turn away from the broadcasting as it continued.

"Many believe Jeff strikes with random, however, this seemed more like a personal revenge rather than just random bloodshed. Pinned to Brian's body, police found a note written in his own blood. I am not allowed to show it as it is evidence, but I can read what it said. The note said, "This is for messing with my little girl." Officers are now asking questions about any suspiscious female characters that may have been present the last time Brian was seen alive-"

Emma quickly turned off the television, trembling where she stood. Little girl? What did that mean? And the man who rescued her...

"Em? Em, you still there?"

She quickly shook out of her thoughts, bringing the phone back to her ear with a shaky hand. "Y-Yeah..yeah I'm still here. Hey, can I sleep over at your house tonight?"

"Sure. Why?"

"I just...really want to see you."

Emma rapped her knuckle's against Christian's door, waiting for a second and hearing the axious girl's footsteps. The moment the door flew open, Emma was pulled into a hug by her best friend. "I haven't seen you all Summer! How's it going? How's Jeff? Did he quit! I'VE JUST MISSED YOU SO MUCH!"

She had to laugh and smile as she hugged the redhead back, feeling safe for the first time in hours since the party. "I've missed you too, Chris. We have a lot to catch up on." They separated and went inside, Emma kicking off her shoes by the door as custom and following Christian to her room. She left her duffel bag by the other girl's door as she sat on the bed, relaxing against the mound of pillows with a soft sigh. "Chris, you will not believe the day I've had."

The other snorted, plopping next to her with curiousity shining in her hazel eyes. "Try me, Overlander."

Emma sat up, freezing as the feeling of eyes boring into the back of her skull came up again. She had to look away from her friend and out the window. Christian's bedroom window faced the forest, nothing to see for miles except trees upon trees. But Emma saw differently this time. Within the mass of foliage she picked out the figure easily, their eyes meeting eachother's. He had pale blue eyes a little like her own, and he was crouched along the sturdy branch, the hood to his white sweatshirt pulled up over his head. He was deathly pale even hidden within the shadows, dark circles around his eyes that were not from fatigue. If she looked close enough, she would almost say his eyelids had been burned away.

The strange thing was, Emma was not afraid. In fact, she was the calmest she's been all week. She felt compelled to go to him, whoever he was. She felt like she needed to be with him.

"Hello! Earth to Overlander!" Christian waved a hand in her friend's face, catching her off guard and snapping her out of her trance. She looked at her with some uneasiness and Emma saw this. "What?"

"Are you..feeling okay?" She asked.

Emma raised an eyebrow. "Fine. Why?"

Christian shifted. "Cause you were being weird for a minute. You were staring out the window and kept muttering this creepy shit."

The brunette blinked, staring at her friend. True she was staring but muttering? No. "I..said something? What did I say?" She could tell her friend was growing more worried by the second.

"Em, you kept saying go to sleep. And you were smiling while you did it. What were you staring at?"

Emma looked back to the window to show her, only to find the man in the trees gone. But she knew, he was still watching her. "I..just thought I saw something..probably a baby squirrel that needed to let it's mother rest."

Christian looked at her friend, folding her arms across her chest and raising an eyebrow. "You saw a squirrel? Do you honestly expect me to believe that?"

Emma shrugged. "I was kinda hoping." That earned her a slug in her arm from the red head.

"Spill it, Overlander! What did you really see?"

Emma rubbed at her arm, avoiding her friend's gaze as she contemplated how she would say this. "I..think I saw a man in the tree..and I think he's been following me." She saw the other girl's eyes widen, arms falling back to their sides as she stared at her then quickly looked outside only to find the tree bare of any human life.

"You say a guy in the tree? What'd he look like? Did you know him?" She never saw Emma shaking her head as she continued to search for the mysterious figure.

"I don't think I do, and describing him..might be a little hard-" She never finished as Christian shot off her bed and grabbed her art supplies, bundling her sketchbook, colored pencils, and pens in her arms before dumping them in Emma's lap. "Draw him!"

Emma picked off the art compenents before looking at her. "What?"

"Draw him! Come on, you're great at it. Draw the guy you say in the tree!"

She knew there was no arguing and Emma grudgingly agreed as she took the pencil that was handed to her, turning to a clean page in her friend's sketchbook. It was easy getting the outline of the head, his face was narrow but rounded out at the bottom. His neck wasn't too thick, a bit thin but no more than her brother's or Shane's. The man was wearing a sweatshirt, letting her hand move freely across the page without reasoning to get the folds and natural curves right. Then came the facial details. For some reason, she wanted to take her time with these, make sure they were perfect.

Make sure they were beautiful.

She started with the eyes, large and round and taking up most of his face. His irises were small, the pupils half their size. He had a somewhat sharp nose like her own. His smile finally came and she paused in her sketching, trying to remember how it had been. Was he smiling? Yes, she knew he was. It was a big smile, very big, like Jeff's. Showing lots of teeth and she thought even part of his gums. She drew it out with a skilled hand, the man reappearing on her page as she moved to the shaggy hair that always hung in his eyes. It was about shoulder length, thick but dirty and matted with dirt. Black. He had black hair.

She grabbed the black colored pencil and stenciled in his hair, small strokes making it look like actual hair fibers and not just lines. His eyes were blue like her own, except the coloring had faded some to a near grey. You could only tell they were blue if you had looked at them very closely.

So how did she know? He was about 50 feet away from the window when she saw him and he was in the shadows. So how could she possibly know his eyes were blue?

Emma decided not to dwell on it, mixing the grey and blue colored pencils to get the desired effect before moving to his skin. She made an attempt to grab the skin toned pencils but stopped. No, that didn't feel right. That just didn't feel right. She instead grabbed the red pencils, mixing and shading as she colored in his mouth. His teeth were shaded in along with his sweatshirt, a light shade of pink around his eyes for a bloodshot look and then it was done.

No. Wait, not quite yet. Something was missing.

There was just something missing to him. Emma looked at the tools lay before her, waiting to become one with her creation as her eyes fell on her desired drawing utensil. A black ink pen.

She uncapped the masterpiece, the fine point sharp from almost never being used. She touched the tip to the paper just on the outside of his eyes, making quick, messy strokes around each one adleast half an inch thick. There. Now he was done.

"Alright, this is it." She handed the sketchpad back to Christian and began to put away the rest of the art supplies. She put them neatly back into the bag her friend kept in her closet and always promised to take out more when she noticed just how quiet she had become. Normally Christian would been loudly complimenting and envying her talent. Emma turned and looked at her friend.

Christian's face was one of shock and horror as she stared at the drawing, her hands beginning to shake and she dropped the pad on the bed before lifting her eyes up to Emma's. "Do you have any idea who you just drew?" She whispered.

Emma did not like how scared the usually brash young woman had become. "It's the guy I saw in the tree." She watched as her friend's eyes widened even more, bottom lip quivering.

"Em, this is Jeff!"

Emma's worry dispersed the moment she said that, raising an eyebrow as she looked between her friend and her drawing. "Whaddya talking about? That looks nothing like him." Christian's eyes rolled before standing up, leaving the drawing resting on the bed.

"Not your Jeff, the other Jeff!"

"Other Jeff?"

"The one from the news? The Go To Sleep killer? Didn't you read that text I sent you?" She waited for her friend's reply, getting her answer from the brunette's silence. "Oh my God..Emma, please tell me you read that text."

The other girl shuffled her feet, rubbing nervously at her arm. "Not really, Chris. It was a chain message so I just-deleted it." She saw the redhead's eyes widen once more in horror.

"Em, do you have any idea what you've done? Your very life is at stake here! Come here." She took hold of Emma's arm and dragged her out to the loft, shoving her into a chair as she slid in front of the computer monitor. She tapped away at the keyboard, bringing up a wikipedia page and story. She moved out of the way for her friend to see. "Read."

" "Creepypasta"? Chris, I'm not reading-"

"Read it! Read the entry and then tell me if what's been happening isn't the same. They're real, Emma. Jeff is real."

Emma sighed in defeat, leaning forward to get a better look at the screen to begin reading. The entry started out with a brief discription of a lunatic teen going around and killing people at random after he had killed his family. The more she read, the more the feeling of being watched grew and she twitched in her seat. She will admit, the story was very disturbing and so chillingly similiar to what had been happening in their town that it scared her.

She finally sat back in the chair, a small shiver running up her spine. "Okay, yeah that's creepy."

"I told you!" Christian went back and grabbed her sketch pad, bringing it over still flipped open to Emma's drawing. "Em, you're my friend and I don't want you in any trouble. This guy can seriously hurt you. I think maybe tell the police."

Emma stared at her friend in disbelief. "The cops? Chris, are you insane? I can't go to the police! They'll take me and Jeff away-they'll seperate us!"

"Emma, you could be in serious danger!"

The burnette stood up and matched her friend's heigh, getting in close as she glared to the younger girl. "I could care less. Jeff and I only have each other and we're not about to let anyone take that away from us. I'm not gonna risk getting seperated from my brother, even with the thought of some maniac after me hanging over my head."

The other stared into bright, angry blue eyes. For a moment, Christian saw something that ade her blood run cold. If she imagined it just right, the ghost white skin, the cut up cheeks, Emma looked just like the killer on the news. "You would actually put your brother's wellbeing before your own? Are you crazy?"

"Look," Emma took a step out of the girl's personal space, "I get you understand because you're an only child, but when you share your life with someone, hell even a womb!-You kinda form a connection with them." She averted her eyes, anger diminishing as she sighed. "It's..hard to explain..it's kind of like we'll go insane if we're seperated. That's why we do everything together. We need eachother or else."

Christian remained quiet for a moment, looking at her friend longer. She had known Emma since the first grade, and they had been best friends for as long as they each could remember. But for what seemed like the first time, it was as if she was learning everything for the first time. In a way she was. She remembered back in third grade, Emma and Jeff got put in seperate classrooms and the twins had fits of rage over it. Not even Miss Jackie coming in to calm them down could help. After several CAT scans, visits to numerous doctors, and clean bills of health, no one could figure out why the twins needed to be together. They just did.

Jeff had splattered paint over the walls and actually managed to flip one of the tables.

Emma threw blocks everywhere and broke a window.

Evidentally, Miss Jackie had a talk with the board administrator and they worked someting out. Jeff was placed in Emma's room (and just on the safe side had his assigned seat next to her) and then the rest of the year went without anymore incidents.

She was about to say something before they heard the front door open and close.

"Emma! Christian! I'm home!"

The two girls looked at each other, blinked and then started sputtering out in laughter. That was the thing, they could never stay mad at each other for long. The freckled teen nudged the other. "Come on, my mom's making Enchiladas tonight and she wants us to help." She made way to her door and just barely out before her elbow was snagged. She turned to look back at the burnette.

"Chris, don't..don't tell anyone okay?" There was desperation shining in those blue orbs.

Christian pulled her back into a hug. "I won't. You're like family to us and we'd hate to see you go. You're my best friend and practically my sister." She gave her a squeeze before pulling back and smiling again. "Come on, mom's waiting.."

Emma couldn't help but to smile back and follow her friend down the stairs.

Had the two stayed upstairs for just a minute longer, they may have just caught sight of the window getting pushed open in the master bedroom and the hooded figure sneaking in.