"Annabeth!"

Annabeth turned to see Emily running towards her, wearing a pretty blue dress that hugged her torso snugly but flared out at her knees like an upside-down tulip. Her green eyes were circled with bold eyeshadow, making them appear larger and even more startling. A silver bracelet jangled on her wrist, and diamond earrings hung from her ears. Annabeth smiled. Her best friend would definitely be attracting some boys today.

Emily stopped in front of her and did a twirl, showing off her outfit and her hair, stylishly pulled into a complex braid. "What do you think?"

"You look amazing." Annabeth answered honestly. Her friend looked angelic, the lights of the building causing her jewelry to sparkle. "Thanks!" Emily beamed, and looked at Annabeth's own attire.

Though she despised dresses and makeup, Annabeth had donned them both. It was a party, after all, and she would probably have Emily nagging her the entire time if she didn't wear something fancy.

Said girl squealed, clapping her hands. "Oh my God, Beth! You actually put on a dress and makeup! Whoo! One of my life goals is accomplished!"

Annabeth couldn't help but smile at her friend. In contrast to Annabeth's down-to-earth and partly tomboyish personality, Emily was a total girly-girl. They were opposites, which was maybe why they were such good friends.

In any case, Annabeth was wearing a simple black dress with white lace and a red strap running down its middle. It was nothing too fancy, but someone had once told Annabeth that it accentuated her blonde hair and gray eyes, so she figured, Why not? ( pin/401735229230734372/ ) It wasn't like she'd ever have another reason to wear it. She'd only put subtle touches of makeup on, because heavy makeup made her feel itchy and uncomfortable. Annabeth, in her humble opinion, sucked at makeup, so she hoped she didn't look like a total idiot. "Before you tell it to my face, I know, I know, I look like a dumbass." she said.

Emily shook her head vigorously. "Not true!" she declared. "You look awesome, Beth!"

Annabeth blinked. "I do?"

"Totally!~ You gotta tell me where you learned to do makeup like that! Introduce me to your teacher, I wanna learn too!"

Annabeth laughed, waving her friend off. "Calm down, Em! No one taught me! I just did the best I could!"

Emily pouted. "No fair, Annabeth! You're a total natural if you did just your best and got results like that!" Her eyes focused on something behind Annabeth. "Ooh! Look at that!"

"Look at what?"

"That guy over there is checking you out!"

Bewildered, Annabeth glanced over her shoulder to see what her friend was referring to.

What she saw almost made her choke on her own breath.

Standing about ten yards away from her was that man she had seen on the street. The Jeff the Killer look-alike. Or...was it actually him? That couldn't be, could it?

The worst part was...even through his hood, Annabeth could see that he was staring right at her.

Annabeth stumbled slightly, managing to catch herself before she fell, but her slip up did not go unnoticed by her friend. Annabeth hardly stumbled, she wasn't a clumsy person by nature, so Emily probably could tell that something was wrong right away.

"What's wrong, Beth?" Emily inquired, a puzzled expression plastered over her pretty features. Annabeth stared at her friend. So she hadn't heard about the serials killing going on in the region. Knowing Emily, if she had, she would have noticed the guy's resemblance to Jeff the Killer, started screaming, called the cops, and then screamed some more. Well, Annabeth wasn't really sure whether to tell her or not. Unlike her, Emily had grown up rather pampered by her doting parents, and wasn't a very tough person. It might've been better if she at least had some inkling of the danger she could be in, but what if the knowledge made her paranoid? That would really mess up her life, and Annabeth didn't want that for her best friend.

"I - I just have to go to the bathroom." Annabeth stuttered. Normally she was a good liar, but not this time - Emily could clearly see straight through the facade. Before her friend could question her further, Annabeth hurried away and buried herself in the welcoming solitude, practically leaping into a stall for extra privacy. Just who the hell was that guy, and why was he here? He did not seem like the type to come to a party. But maybe he was just here to be here? Maybe she was overreacting? Annabeth hoped so.

Unfortunately, her trusty instincts told her otherwise. That guy wasn't at this party for any random reason - he clearly had some purpose. Was the creep stalking her?

Alright, calm down, Annabeth, she told herself mentally. Breathe in, breathe out. Though many people viewed the tactic as useless, Annabeth found that it actually worked quite well on her. In a few seconds, her racing heart had calmed down a little, and she began to think. She had her ballpoint pen...she'd always believed it'd never be used, and had hoped it wouldn't have to be, but she'd never been so glad to have it. Even though it wasn't exactly the most fear-inducing weapon around. Watch out, I've got a ballpoint pen and I'm not afraid to use it!

Annabeth wanted to stay in here, but what this was a party. She was here to enjoy herself. She hardly ever went to parties, and she'd be damned if she allowed some freaky asshole to ruin it for her. Never let anyone push you around. Her mother had said. Well, if she stayed cowering in this stall, she would be letting that guy push her around, and Annabeth refused to do that. Taking a deep breath, she unlocked the stall door and stepped out.

And ran into something that felt like a wall.

What in the...?

Stepping back, Annabeth looked up. What greeted her eyes made her want to scream in fear, spew some foul curses, or just fucking keel over and die.

It was him again.

Except this time, the guy's hood was down, revealing his features. Annabeth was not a person who was easily scared (in fact, she loved horror), but his appearance made her eyes widen in shock, horror, and revulsion.

First off, his skin was pale, but not at all in a natural way. In fact, it looked almost bleached, as if someone had dropped him in a pool of the chemical and left his in there for a considerable amount of time. To add, from its leathery texture in some places, it appeared to be burnt as well.

Second off, he had no fucking eyelids. All he had was crisp, black, charred remains that seemed to twitch occasionally, as if he was attempting to blink but of course couldn't. Annabeth had no idea how he survived without blinking, but she honestly didn't want to know. Black magic? Voodoo? Was he a zombie? None of the possibilities seemed good. His eyes were icy cerulean, almost gray like hers, but they were filled with nothing but craving for blood, craving to kill, to destroy, to rip apart and tear down lives.

Most disturbing of all, though, was that the asshole had a huge, Cheshire cat grin etched into his face, literally stretching from ear to ear. The wounds didn't look even and symmetrical. They were rough, jagged, and personalized. As if...as if he'd done them himself.

No...Annabeth remembered reading about it. He had done them himself.

She'd wondered who the hell he was ever since she first saw him.

Well, mystery solved.

"Hey there, babe." murmured Jeff the Killer. His eyes swept over her body, filling with lust. "Sexy dress." Before Annabeth could react or even process what was happening, his calloused fingers were on her bare thigh and trailing higher to hook a finger under the hem of her skirt.

His lewd actions pierced through her shock, and Annabeth felt indignation filling her. To begin with, he was in the female's restroom and invading her privacy. And to top that off - Babe? Sexy dress? And now he was fucking touching her? Jeff the Killer or not, she was pissed. He was about to regret crossing paths with her.

"Don't touch me, you perverted asshole!" Annabeth snapped, shoving his hands away in disgust. While she couldn't deny that the male was physically attractive in his own, eccentric way, she knew damn well that she wasn't going to sit back and let him put his dirty hands all over her. If she was going to die, it wouldn't be without a fight.

"Is that any way to talk to your master?" Jeff crooned, his alluring voice seeping over her ears like sweet poison. Annabeth's gray orbs widened, disgusted at his words. "In your fuckingdreams, you creep!" she snarled. "You're not my master!"

"Aww, don't be like that, doll." the killer purred. "Be a nice little pet and play along, because otherwise I might have to get...unpleasant with you."

The undertones in his voice were obvious. By unpleasant, he either meant 'use force on' or 'kill'. Well, Annabeth was not going to abide by this sucker's rules. Fuck playing along. This guy was going to be in a world of pain. "Bring it on." she challenged, her hand going to her ballpoint pen, again thankful that she had it. Annabeth swore to herself that she'd never go anywhere without it from now on.

Jeff giggled. It sounded deranged, maniacal. "Bring it on?" he mocked in a terrible imitation of Annabeth's voice. "You heard that, LJ? Dollface here thinks she can put up the tough act."

Annabeth stiffened. LJ?

" Heard perfectly well, Jeff."

Annabeth whipped around in alarm just as a second man appeared behind her in a puff of noxious smoke. He was tall, even taller than Jeff, dressed in an utterly ridiculous costume consisting of onyx, gray, and white feathers, linen wrapped around his torso, and black-and-white sleeves covering his unnaturally long arms. He wore a black-and-white striped cone on his nose, and his hair, like Jeff's, was drab black, though a fair bit shorter.

Annabeth hadn't read about about the Creepypastas in several years, but she remembered enough to identify the new and unwelcome guest. LJ. Laughing Jack.

Great. Wonderful. Now she had the misfortune of being trapped in a bathroom with not one, but two psycho killers that couldn't even be killed, for shit's sake.

Well, I think I can say I'm officially fucked.

And there we go. Chapter 3 finished.

It gets worse and worse, doesn't it? *sighs*

But if you are reading, thank you so much.

See you guys soon.