I've always liked horror, creepy, gore stuff. Ever since I was little these really seemed interesting to me.
Like any other person who is a crazy fan like me, of course I found the popular site Creepypasta. I read a lot of stories and in no time I became a Jeff the killer fangirl *chuckles* I don't even know how it turned out this way. At first I thought that what happend to him was really sad.. then somehow it turned out in admiration... attraction.
I've always thought "What would I do if I'd ever saw him?" "How would I react?" I came up with a few conclusions based on how well I know myself:
1. I would go in fangirl mode and freaking jump on him.
2. I would take a knife or something to defense myself.
3. I would fain. Duh.. too much excitement
That's because I never thought I would ever truly meet him...
Because no matter how much I wanted him to exist...
As I was spacing out I was awaken to reality by my mom. "Clean up after you finish! Ya hear me!?" She screamed from the other room. I was working on a drawing of Jeff and everything was a mess around me. Again. Pencils.. watercolors.. and a lot of red paint everywhere.
I looked at the clock from my computer.. 23:47 When in the Satan's name did it got so late!?
Tired from so many hours of drawing and pointless thinking I decided to go to sleep.. Wait, wut, no, not in that way.
Huh..? I was awake by some weird sounds coming from the kitchen. My cat has a habit of getting hungry at weird hours, especially in the morning, so I didn't freak out or something. "Stupid Pandora..you hungry again at these kind of hours..? *mumble* Stupid cat.. and I was sleeping so well too.." As I kept mumbling I got off of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen.
Suddenly I heard a "hisss!".. "What..? 'hiss'? not 'meow meoowww' like 'move your lazy ass already human, I'm hungry!'...?
Curiosity overflowed me.It might me nothing.. but... what if it isn't..? Of course, being the horror fanatic I am, I imagined the worst scenarios ever...killers, ghosts... demons..! or worst if that's possible.
What I saw made me froze. A shadow of a male, slowly bended over the little figure of my cat who had become a messy ball of fur which kept hissing at him.
From what I saw he had long, messy hair...and a knife.
He slowly turned to me. I still couldn't see him very well since there was no light, just the pale one coming from the moon through the opened window.
"No.. it can't be...right? I'm just imagining things...Right?
Silence filled the room. My cat ran away in a corner eventually, since I couldn't see her anymore.
I could hear his dark chuckle.. and his steps as he started walking towards me. I stood there.. frozen... trying to make my brain work, and think what to do....