You are at Chapter 6:

You realize the flashlight couldn't have flown all the way into the living room, especially to the couch. So you run to the back door located in the kitchen and reach for the handle. Your shoulder is suddenly grabbed from behind and the intruder turns you over. You stare in fear at the teenage boy staring back at you with your flashlight. His face is bleach-white and his mouth has a smile cut into it. His eyes are sunk slightly into his skull and rimmed with black.

"You should have gone to sleep," you hear him say as he plunges his knife into your stomach. You grab the knife handle and fall onto your knees. The intruder laughs at you as you fall onto your side, blood pooling from the wound. You look up at the boy and keep breathing long enough to hear him say. "Goodbye, from Jeff."

You died. End of Story.