Marty returned home, had dinner with the family, and then retired to his room. He laid down on his bed, tired and ready for sleep, but somehow he couldn't put the serial killer out of his mind.
He had watched the evening news, and sure enough the woman down the alley had been burnt to death.
Marty caught sight of a book of Urban legends that he had among the books and magazines on his shelf above his bed.
Marty grabbed the paperback, remembering there was a chapter on Spring-heeled Jack. He flipped past the werewolf section, thinking how silly that particular myth was- he briefly thought of himself as a werewolf, it would be a blessing, making him better at sports like Basketball- sports that he had suffered at because of his height.
He then slipped past the 'Hook in the teen's car door handle' legend, he breezed past the Vampires and he shot through the "Killer in the backseat" only to come to blank pages.
"Blank pages?" Marty asked himself. There were five blank pages inbetween the "killer in the backseat" chapter and the "Aliens" section.
Marty could have sworn that the Spring-heeled Jack part used to be where the white pages now existed. The page numbers were still on all five pages, but nothing else, only blank.
After that strange discovery, Marty had trouble getting to sleep. Just before he slipped away into his dream, he made the decision to go to the Library the next day, and find out what happened to Jack.
Jennifer could help him out; he knew she worked their tomorrow after school.
Little did Marty know he was off by one day.
Jennifer had worked her part-time job at Hill Valley Library that day. She was closing up that very moment.
Her friend Kim, who worked with her, had already left. So she was by herself.
Jen's dad hadn't forced her to get a job, but he did insist heavily. She was happy she found the Liberian job; Mrs. Simons had taken her under her wing and made her job a happy one. Jennifer had slowly taken on more and more roles and now she was left with the responsibility of closing up.
The last customers were a high school student and an old man, they left right before 10. Jen hoped they would have left earlier so she could shut up early, being out that late with a killer on the loose was not her idea of a good time.
She even made her friend Kim promise to ring her later that night so she could be sure she got home alright.
Kim, not being frightened of anything, laughingly had agreed.
Jen returned a few last books to their shelves, turned off the lights and changed the 'open' sign hanger on the front door to 'closed'.
She took a good look outside first before stepping out into the dark night and locking the door behind her.
She took another glance around, it was quick, fearing she was acting too paranoid, and then started her usually routine journey around to the parking lot at the rear of the library building.
She didn't make it to the end of the front wall before she heard them.
Foot steps.
Jen stopped dead in her tracks, the footsteps also stopped; they were clearly behind her,
"hopefully not too close" the thought raced through her mind.
She began walking again, and sure enough the echoey, heavy footsteps sounded as well.
The thought of running crossed her mind, but she couldn't find the courage. So she simply stopped and clenched her fits up to her mouth in terror.
But this time, the footsteps didn't come to a sudden stop, they infact intensified, almost to running pace, she then heard them jump off the library steps and then heard rustling in the bushes. Whoever it was had leaped into the bushes.
She then realized that the rustling bushes were still sounding, HE was approaching her.
Jen then had enough fear to get her moving, she took off like an Olympic marathon runner, but without the precision, Jen was far from running in a straight line, she darted in and out of the cement pillars that decorated the side of the library.
Jen run for all she was worth. She made it to the parking lot just in time to hear the laughter, echoing back from the front of the building.
She turned around and looked up as she heard a noise on the library's roof. It was him.
He was hopping on the roof like a jockey without a horse.
And laughing, a deep, murky, evil, chuckle.
Jennifer couldn't take her eyes off him, she thumbled for her car keys in her handbag.
He ran out of room by bouncing to the edge of the roof. The laughter stopped and he stared down, right at Jennifer. Then, he dropped.
He simply stepped off the 30 foot building and plummeted to the parking lot below. He landed and bounced a few times before coming to a stop.
Jennifer was frozen in horror. The jumping man then began the short walk towards Jen.