~《 Creepypasta Story's 》~

Jeff the Killer: murder story

Character: Connie, age 15
POV: 1st person

God, had it been a long day, my teachers were being pains in my ass while my homework was piling up. But at least I could go home, well, not quite. One of my friends hadn't been at school today, and my teacher gave me his work to give to him.
I walked slowly, not really wanting to go home or anywhere, really. I had texted Jason to see if he was home, but he didn't respond. That lazy asshole probably faked being sick and is trying to get laid. I roll my eyes as I approach his house. His parents' car wasn't home, so I just opened the mailbox and left his folder in there. I tried looking inside, it was black so I couldn't see much but I thought the TV was on, but its his problem, not mine.
I continued to walk home, but something didn't feel right, I pulled my phone out and called Jason, and he picked up. "Dude, where were you today? I left your schoolwork in your mailbox. And next time, you wanna get laid, and at least be home after school." The other end was silent, but I heard breathing, really heavy breathing. "Jason? Are you okay?" I asked. The silence continued for a minute. "Do you think I'm beautiful?" A voice said, was it Jason? I couldn't tell, but it seemed... inhuman. "What? Are you messing with me?" I asked, "... do you think I'm beautiful?" He asked again, I sighed, "Whatever you think, man, look, I gotta head home. Do your schoolwork, bye." I hang up quickly before he says anything else. I eventually got home, my mom greeted me, "Hi honey, how was school?" She asks, and I shrugged. "I'm going to my room," I say, walking up the stairs, "Oh, but Connie. Me and your dad are going to see some friends tonight. You'll be okay on your own?" She asked, I sighed, "I'm okay, mom, I'm not a kid." I say before going up to me room

A few hours later and I was chilling in my room and watching TV. My parents had left a few minutes ago, and I was just enjoying the quiet. I stand up and stretch. It's probably time for bed. I changed my clothes and turned off the lights and got under my covers. I close my eyes, for I don't know how long, but I wake to an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I open my eyes, nothing unusual, I close my eyes again but jump hearing a creaking noise. I slowly stand up and open my door, I walk out to the hallway. That's when I see him, a boy in a bloody white hoodie, ripped jeans and convers. He was petting my dog. He seemed to be smiling but smiling a little too much. "How the hell did you get in here?!" I shout, he looks up at me, and my heart drops. His skin is an almost flaky white, a bloody smile carved into his cheeks. I stumbled back slightly. He slowly stood up, "You're friend didn't think I was beautiful either. You'll join him soon." He laughs, I run to my parents' room and lock the door, he bangs on it harshly. "Let me in! I need to make you beautiful like me!" He hisses, I go under my parents' bed and grab my dad's gun. All those times he taught me to defend myself now kicking in, "I have a gun!" I yell, the man laughed louder. "You think I give a fuck?!" He yells, he rams against the door which opened. He ran at me with a knife swinging for my face, I shot him, and he screamed and held his shoulder. "You little bitch..." He hissed, my hands trembled, I aim right for his head. He looked up at me, seeing his full face in the light I gasped. His face slightly burned, and his blue eyes seemed dead. I swallow my fear and get ready to pull the trigger, but the boy smiled. "You remind me of my brother, determined and brave..." He mumbled, I let my guard down a little. I felt slightly bad, "but that was before I cut his throat open!" The boy hissed. He jumped up and stabbed my shoulder. It stung like hell. It burned and made me feel dizzy, I fell to the floor, and the boy jumped on me he grabbed my face. "Hold still beautiful." He whispered, I cried as I felt the knife dig into my cheeks. I screamed and begged for him to stop. He carved a smile into my face, and he bent down, so he was inches from my face. "Now, it's time for you to go to sleep!" He laughed, I screamed, feeling a stab in my throat. My vision went blurry, tears fell down my face, I coughed up blood and closed my eyes. The last thing I heard was that wretched laugh, "Goodnight." He said happily. Then it all felt cold and went black.

Notes: Hello, phantom friends! I'm pretty happy with this, although it's slightly cliche, I'm not sure who I'll do next, but if you have suggestions please tell me! Bye loves <3

Word count: 885