My Encounter with Jeff the Killer
I was very tired, but I just couldn't sleep. I felt a weird feeling, like I was feeling sick or something. I tried to sleep, I was so tired. But I still couldn't. There was something that kept me from falling asleep. I was lying in my bed, quiet. I felt a little scared, too. I didn't know why. My head was tilted against the wall. My position felt quite uncomfortable. So I turned around and my heart almost stopped.
There, face to face against me, stood a man, or... a thing. One of my lamps was turned on so I could see the thing quite clear. It was certainly a man. It had a white face; it almost glowed in the dark. It had black hair, and its eyes were soul piercing. Its eyes were marked in black and it looked like the thing couldn't close them. But worst of all was its smile. It had a huge, terrifying and inhuman smile. Like Freaky Fred or something. I let out a little scream and the thing put its finger to its mouth and hushed me.
"Oh, I guess you weren't asleep..." it said, with a psychotic and terrifying voice. "Don't worry... just GO TO SLEEP".
I was so scared, so terrified, so full of shock, but I was not going to give up. The thing raised a knife and jumped at me. Good for me, I was pretty good at self-defense. I took a stranglehold on the fucker and pulled him to my bed. The fucker was shocked and dropped its knife. I guess it didn't expect resistance. I punched him in the face. I punched him again, and again and again, until he passed out. It was blood on my bed and I was mad. I went downstairs, grabbed my phone and called the police. Then I went back to my room and saw... the thing wasn't in my bed anymore. I though "SHIT! Where is he now?!" But then I saw he was standing in my window. It spoke for a final time, with that voice.
"I didn't expect you to be such a fighter. Good job. You deserve to live... You survived Jeff The Killer... goodbye".
Jeff then jumped down and escaped. When the police arrived I told them what had happened. Only thing I didn't tell them was what he said when he left. No, it was not important for them...
I deserved to live, ha-ha... I DESERVED TO LIVE. Jeff thought I deserved to live. I feel proud. I'm lying in my bed now, writing this. And you know what? Jeff inspires me. I understand him now. He kills for living. He... fascinates me. And you know what? I want to be like him. I feel this feeling. I need to kill someone. I HAVE TO. To see their blood... oh I want it now. Sweet dreams... someday I might just stand next to your bed tonight. And it will be time for you... to go to sleep.
Credited to HoodoHoodlum
Originally uploaded on May 22, 2012
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