You are at Chapter 8:

You know you can take on the smaller, teenage boy and charge at him, wielding your flashlight like a sword. He looks surprised but swings the knife and nicks a small chunk of skin off of your nose. You freeze and stare at the sudden hand around your neck. The boy's eyes are sunken slightly into his skull and a creepy smile cut into his mouth. You drop the flashlight and claw at the boy's bleach-white hands around your neck.

He smiles making the cut-in smile even creepier. He digs his thumbnails into your windpipe as you desperately fight for breath. You manage to kick him in the shin but it seems to only make him smile more.

"You should have gone to sleep, I guess this is goodbye, from Jeff." He squeezed harder and your eyes go dark. He drops the body on the living room floor and strolls away laughing.

You suffocated. End of Story.