A/N: Going to limit this Story to 10 Chapters or less, and I won't put any significant time into it, 'cause I just can't afford to. I need to work on my other Stories and get them all updated. Still, I wanted to try this out as an experiment. And if it goes somewhere nice, maybe I'll turn it into something else.

Chapter One: Exile

Getting a fever, one that was making it a real challenge to even think, only one week prior until school would start up again, was not something that Emily was planning on. Her luck remained the same, even after so many years. Bad luck must've run in Emily's family.

Emily's Mother, who was wearing a mask to avoid catching anything, even though it probably wasn't anything that awful, was kind enough to carry up a glass containing some orange juice up to Emily's room. Healing powers were supposedly present within the liquid. As nice as it tasted, Emily still felt like complete shit.

After saying goodnight, Emily's Mother left to get some sleep so she could prepare for a long evening at work tomorrow. Sleep sounded like a nice, time so Emily chose to get some as well. But unfortunately, it was already too late. Her phone started to vibrate, which meant there were some new notifications, which also meant she needed to take a look at the phone, which in turn meant she wanted to see what was new, which led to ... alright, you guys get the picture. Point is, going to sleep was officially canceled. At least, it was for now. Obvious foreshadowing, you ask? I think not.

Of the twenty something notifications, the majority came from Emily's closest friends, who were all incredibly eager to get to see Emily at an improved condition. A couple messages even originated from Emily's old Teachers that taught classes the previous semester.

It was nice to see so many people who cared. She now felt even more motivated to win against this fever. Emily swiped away three notifications she viewed as miscellaneous. A weather report and two Amber Alerts that she must've slept through or missed while playing some Gears 5, which was a present for Emily's 17th Birthday a new nights ago.

With everything cleared, and Emily positive that she was finished with the phone, she tossed the phone onto the ground, certain its case would protect it from cracking. Luckily, the assumption was correct. Almost right after she misplaced the phone, it started to ring.

Emily groaned. Picking the phone up, she looked at the screen through eyes struggling to remain open. It was an unknown caller. She didn't think it was a scammer. They usually operated through obvious text messages nowadays. So Emily assumed it was another person from School that she had just never communicated with on the phone.

Her mom would get pissed if she knew Emily was taking unknown callers. Luckily, she was now asleep. Before answering the phone, Emily made sure to finish with the orange juice. With a single tap, Emily accepted the mysterious call. She greeted with a, "Hello?"

A few seconds passed... and she received no response. The most Emily could make out on the other side was the wind, which indicated whoever was on the other side was currently outside. "Um... who is this?" Emily asked, starting to get the impression this was simply some stupid prank.

She spent an entire minute waiting for a potential response. As soon as she was positive no response was coming, Emily chose to end this one sided talk. "Don't call someone unless you've actually got something to say." She retreated from the call and once again tossed the phone onto the ground.

The whole call was somewhat creepy. Was it just a convenient accident, and the person on the other side accidentally contacted Emily and didn't even realize it? Or was this really someone's idea for a joke? She didn't know for certain, not that it was important.

With no more obstructions to take away any more potential sleeping time, Emily was eventually able to fall asleep... for a few minutes. She jolted awake, skin feeling like it was frozen in ice. Emily's room lacked any light so she was unable to find where the sudden cold wave was coming from.

Picking up the phone and using its light, she started to scan the area. Her own window was still closed and locked tight, so this cold was clearly a foreign presence. She then looked to the other side. Door is open? She thought upon realizing that any intruders could easily invade. Her mother had closed it, at least that's what Emily remembered.

Realizing that she was going to need to actually get up, Emily released a loud groan filled with excessive annoyance. Downstairs and more importantly, getting there, lacked any real lighting. As a result, Emily was forced to use the phone to navigate through the area without colliding with a wall or object. Unfortunately, the phone hadn't received a proper charging in quite some time.

She did end up crashing against a wall and making a loud thump in the progress. Luckily, Emily's parents were great sleepers. Emily couldn't recall any moment where she had accidentally woken them up. Coming to the conclusion they were still asleep, Emily continued on until she finally arrived at the source.

This particular source was an open window located in the kitchen. But why was it open at all? The sight made Emily a little uneasy. Windows weren't popular for opening up with zero assistance. She didn't feel the immediate presence from another person. But even so, she was extremely wary.

Deciding that she wanted to get upstairs as soon as possible, Emily slammed the window shot and locked it. Taking a long look outside, Emily scanned the area, wondering if she would see a potential culprit. Perhaps it was the same person who made the...

Her thoughts abruptly and almost instantly vanished. Footsteps were now audible. The only way Emily could see who was actually causing them, was to turn around. Behind Emily now stood an intruder. She was more than positive. The steps increasing volume made it clear the intruder was slowly making their way to Emily. And yet, even in such a precarious situation, she couldn't even consider any options. Most of them would almost certainly end tragically.

Emily was consumed with raw fear. That fear, which was already a lot, would only increase as she felt something sharp press up against a leg. She didn't even need to think about it, it was a knife. This person really was going in for the kill. Emily suddenly felt like crying, praying to God for a way out.

It wasn't like she could scream. That would only put Emily's parents at risk. Besides, she couldn't even muster up the courage even if she wanted to. No, there was quite literally nothing she could try. She could only keep still and pray she would make it out alive.

The intruder started to move the knife around while still keeping it pressed against Emily's leg. It was certainly painful. Luckily, it never actually cut through any skin. Whether or not that was completely on purpose was perhaps something Emily would soon find out.

After a long pause, the intruder spoke up. "Upstairs... now." He commanded, his voice intimidating Emily quite a sum. His voice sounded like a person who refused to consume any water in well over a week. Who was this person? What did they even want? It didn't really matter. All Emily could try at this point was to follow orders.

As she turned around, Emily was surprised to see that no one was standing there. For a split second, Emily considered the idea she was crazy. Then she felt a tap on the shoulder. He went around? Whoever this was, they didn't want their face seen. Not wasting any precious time thinking on the subject, Emily slowly walked up the stairs.

Her parents were still asleep, which was good. At this point, if they were to wake up they would only manage to find a rude awakening. Knife now pressed against side, Emily was now in the same room she should've stayed in when she still had the chance.

"Bed, now." He once again gave out an order. Emily immediately took a seat on the mattress. She prayed things weren't about to go that way. The intruder took a seat on the only chair, which was positioned in Emily's clear view, in the room. He then leaned over to switch on the lights.

As soon as the lights were on, Emily nearly screamed as loud as she possibly could right then and there. She was able to refrain from screaming, not wanting to think about what would've occurred if she hadn't. She immediately recognized the intruder's unmistakable face. Aside from lacking any eyelids, the main feature that gave his identity away was the permanent smile carved into his face. It was Jeff... "Jeff the Killer." Emily whispered, though she still spoke to the point where Jeff could make out the words.

Jeff formed a smile. Or, in more accurate terms, his already existing smile grew in size. "That's right, the one and only." He laughed and then proceeded to extend his arms like a performer on a stage. "Glad to see you can at least keep things quiet." He said, chuckling. "I've tried this twice already."

Emily's eyes widened. Twice? Maybe those Amber Alerts were more important and sinister than she originally thought. And what exactly was Jeff trying? She was far too afraid to ask any questions. She just wanted to jump out the window and make a run for it. But she couldn't run quick enough. She knew the stories concerning Jeff.

He's apparently killed so many people across America, and supposedly a few other Countries as long as the sightings are truthful, that all his victims could fill several graveyards alone. According to his profile, Jeff was apparently only 22 years old. Which goes to show why such a man is widely feared.

There was a long moment containing nothing other than silence. Emily wondered if Jeff was simply waiting for a question or some kinda response. She wasn't sure what to say, so for now she remained quiet, which is exactly the reaction Jeff expected. "Nothing to say? Okay then." He stood up, causing Emily to tense up.

"Relax." Jeff said, showing that his knife was no longer equipped. "Even though it's kinda my thing, I'm not killing you, at least not today." It was only a slight reassurance. It still pretty much implied that Jeff was still in fact going to go for the kill. But at least for now she seemed safe.

Now possessing the courage to look Jeff in his eyes, Emily asked a question. "What are you going to... are you gonna... what about my..." She could only seem to stutter. Jeff found it somewhat amusing. Though not to the point where laughing was necessary. He then noticed was starting to cry.

This time his laughter wasn't containable. "Are you serious?" He asked, looking at Emily like she was an idiot. "I'm letting you live for a while. That is way more than I've ever given anyone else." Jeff was starting to talk much louder, which concerned Emily. "I should at least get a "thank you" for my kindness." Emily wanted to tell Jeff to shush. But she knew that more than likely it wouldn't end well. "Maybe I should just take a quick-"

"Shush!" Hand now covering Jeff's mouth, she explained why they needed to keep things as quiet as possible. "My parents are trying to sle..." She immediately regretted the rash move as soon as she noticed the absolutely pissed expression on Jeff's face. She quickly returned to the mattress without saying a word.

Jeff gave a very serious warning. "Never touch my face again. Do it, and I'll kill your parents along with you." Despite not acknowledging the warning, Emily's emotionless face clearly got the point. "Now... let me ask you something." Jeff repositioned in the chair. "Aside from you, Mom, and Dad, who else lives with you guys?"

Emily answered. "Just us." That really surprised Jeff. Seemed like way too many rooms for only three people. "Simon, my Brother, moved out a while ago. Room to the left was once his. We got some extra ones for guests to sleep in." It was certainly rare for Jeff to maintain a conversation with an outsider for so long.

This time, Jeff chose to actually explain his motives. Which, really, was the only thing Emily wanted to know. "Look, I'll try to keep this as short and simple as possible. Because I need to get moving." Emily chose to assume Jeff was late for murdering someone. "Do you know about Slenderman, Ben Drowned, and all the others like us?"

Emily's eyes widened. They're all real too? Emily suddenly wished she had a second to process such information. Of course, everyone knew them from the internet. But not everyone thought the others were real. The same was true for Emily, especially for Slenderman, who didn't view such a monster existing as possible. So yes, she knew enough about them. Who didn't? Of course, Emily wasn't going to make it seem as though it was an unnecessary question. She was positive she already wasted the only warning Jeff was willing to permit.

"Um, yeah." She said, trying to speak in a polite tone. "You guys are pretty famous." Jeff was starting to look annoyed. "Are they really real? Slenderman, Ben, oh, is Jane..." She stopped talking, noticing that Jeff was now standing up, knife in his grasp. "Yes! I know you all."

Jeff once again laughed at Emily. "Good." Jeff said, his knife once again making it into his pocket. "What you don't know is that we've got some rules we need to follow. Rules that came straight from Slendy. Which means we gotta follow them... 'cause you know, Slendy could easily kill us all."

Giving no warning, Jeff took a seat next to Emily on the mattress. "I... might've... messed up." He sounded genuinely embarrassed. Which was something that Emily found quite funny. Not that she could make that known. "Now I'm in... what's the word Slendy used? Exile, yeah. Which means I need a new place to-"

Emily, apparently feeling a lot more courageous, stopped Jeff with a verbal interruption, fully aware where this was going. "What, you c-can't stay with us!" Such an idea sounded like it would only end in tragedy. "Where would you even sleep?" Could Jeff even sleep with no eyelids? "You think my parents won't notice you 'fore too-"

For the final time that night, there was an interruption. Jeff, with great force, forcefully covered Emily's mouth. "You'll need to work that out on your own." He stood up and moved over to the window. "And quickly too. Expect to see me again soon."

With nothing else important to add, Jeff opened the window and, after giving a wink, proceeded to jump out. He didn't even check to see if jumping was safe or not. "One more thing." Jeff attempted to whisper up. He eventually realized speaking louder was required. Which wasn't a real problem anymore. "Go to anyone about this, and you won't live long enough to complete your explanation." Emily, who was still in shock from the whole situation, didn't even feel like moving from the mattress.