Sally's pov
I was just sitting on my bed. As bored as ever. I groaned and sat up. "Daddy!!" I screamed. He ran upstairs and opened my door. "What is it Sally?!" He asked frantically. "I'm bored." I said. He sighed and 'face'palmed. "As long as your bored, come down stairs and meet this so called 'Jeff the killer'." He said. I got up from my bed and walked downstairs with Daddy following. I'm I peeked a the pale white
male sitting on the couch, sharpening his knife. I jumped down the last few steps and walked to him. I held out my hand but he growled and slapped it away. I scowled (is that how its spelled?) and walked back upstairs. What an arse. I thought. I laid on my bed and fell into a peaceful sleep.
