Chapter 4 - Wake Up
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~Frannie
They were the same onyx eyes I saw peeking out of that bush... Outlined in a dark, flaky layer. Burnt eyelids... and a huge, bloody, artificial grin that was crudely carved into his pale, leathery face. Dark, black hair frames his face and he wears a white hoodie covered in blood.
"J-Jeff?" I croak.
His smile got wider and I look at him, confused as to what I should do. I definitely knew who he was, considering all the hype on the Internet about him. He looked... a bit different than the picture at the end of the 'Jeff the Killer' creepypasta. He had a very human face, not humaniod at all. It was only his eyes and his mouth that were different. He could have some potential. I now understood why he had so many fangirls.
He laughed in a deep, croaky voice. "So you know who I am?"
"yeah, you're kind of a big thing on the Internet..." I tell him. For some reason, I real,y wasn't scared of him.
I remembered that I was still grabbing his hand. I let go slowly, just in case he wants to kill me. He snatches his hand back. He didn't seem to be going for his knife.
He looked confused. "So others know who I am?" he asks reluctantly. "Yeah, someone wrote a story about you on a website called creepypasta along with many other stories about other creepy killers like you!" I say excitedly.
He reaches his hand up to his forehead and does a facepalm. I laugh. Probably not the best idea considering he was a cold blooded killer, but he didn't seem to mind.
He walks over to an empty seat next to me and sits down. "Why am I here?" I ask him as he puts folds his hands and puts them on the table. He stares at them for a while. I can see the tip of his knife glistening in his pocket. He looks up at me and says something that shocked me a little bit.
"I know what you did to Emilee."
My eyes widen. How could he have seen that? No one was in that bathroom except for me and Emilee. There were no windows and I didn't hear the door open or close. How...