3rd person POV -
Leigh Gabriel tossed and turned in her sleep restlessly. She was a not-so-innocent girl at the age of 17, with beautiful, long curly red hair, which was splayed all over her pillows due to the fact that she was moving around so much in her sleep. Whimpers were escaping from between her lips as she thrashed around violently in her slumber. She then woke up sweating and breathing heavily, the pupils in her white/blue eyes dilating.
Leigh's POV -
I woke up terrified, dead inside, and sweaty. Beads of salty fluids dripped down my face, arms, and chest. My breathing shallow and harsh, my body shaking. "Damn nightmares again..." I mumbled to myself coldly. Ever since I was young and abused in all sorts of ways by my step father, I've been having these terrible dreams of what happened to me, over and over again. I growled as I pushed myself up to peer over at my clock.
"6:27..." I mumbled to myself, "Might as well get up now."
I swung my legs out from under my covers, and gently placed my icy cold feet on the carpeted ground below me. I shuffled slowly to my bathroom which was attached to my bedroom.
I turned my shower tap on to warm and slowly began to strip myself of my PJ's. I stepped into the shower, grunting as the water cleansed me, my skin was sensitive and my muscles were tensed because of the nightmare.
I added some nice smelling peach shower jel to my pouf and cleaned my body. I rapidly washed my hair afterwards, scrubbing my scalp. I turned the tap off, and quickly jumped out of the shower to grab my towel. Walking black to my bedroom, I got dressed in a black tank-top, black ripped skinny jeans, a leather jacket with a sweater attached to it, and combat boots. "Time for a breakfast of champions," I grinned to myself. Crawling over to my bong, which I had named "DRAGON"
I picked the object up and held it smiling for the first time today. "Hello, my beauty," I cooed to it while packing the bowl. I began cooking the popper I packed for myself, and with much happiness, I inhaled and exhaled the smoke.
*Ring, ring,* I frowned and looked at my phone. 'Who the fuck is calling me so god damn early?' I thought to myself, "What?" I said into the speaker. "Hey faggot, it's Dee," my best friend replied.
I immediately got happy once I found out who it was. "Oh hey babe, what's up?" I said, smiling into my phone. "Nothing much, cutie patootie, just finished getting ready for hell," Dee said amused,"yourself?"
"Same, dude. " I replied, packing another popper for myself. Dee scoffed into her end of the phone, "You loser, smoking on the phone with me? Also, wanna chill out after school?" I pulled in all of the smoke from my DRAGON and blew it into the mic, only to make Dee laugh. "Yes to both, piece of shit," I added happily. "Alright, radical, I'm coming to get you in a little. See you in about 10 minutes." Dee said before hanging up.
Dee was my friend since freshman year in highschool, we're both now seniors. We're very much alike, and love each other as if we were sisters. We've done insane shit together, from blowing up fireworks in the school, all the way to putting chloroform on a rag to knock out our mutual friend, only so we could dress him up as a girl without struggling.
I smirked, remembering all of our memories together.
One thing we both loved a hell of a lot was Creepypasta. Her favourite was Eyeless Jack, whereas mine was Ticci Toby. I didn't mind the others, however the one who struck me as a conceded little shit, was Jeff the Killer.
Pulling me out of my trance, was knocking at my door. I ran to it, pulling it open to see Dee standing there, most likely on her phone cussing out some kid because they pissed her off. I grabbed my bag and keys, then walked out the door while pushing my best friend out of my way.
"You're a faggot, Leigh. Moving me and shit, tsk tsk tsk." She grumbled as I chuckled at her. I then reached over on my toes to give her a kiss on her cheek, "I know, cunt. Leh-go."
We walked over to a bus stop where we were waiting for our bus. I felt somebody watching me, and I quickly looked behind where Dee and I are sitting.
My eyes widened as I saw what looked like a male wearing black skinny jeans, a white hoodie, and combat boots standing there, hood over his head while looking down so that I couldn't see his face. 'God damn, this dude's tall as fuck' I thought to myself. It was true though, he was about 6'2. His tall height was intimidating to my very small and dainty 5'3 build. I turned back around and texted Dee who was sitting right next to me.
Me: Yo, I think somebody's behind us watching. Turn around slowly.
Dee: What? You're just tripping out, man.
Me: I swear to fucking god, look Deanna.
Dee looked up to me surprised, and I flicked my eyes over to where I saw the dude standing. She began shaking and I looked over to her, worried. "Deanna, what?" I whispered to her, wide-eyed. That's when she burst out laughing. "DUDE, YOU'RE TOO FUCKING STONED, NOBODY IS THERE!" She said loudly while laughing and holding her sides. "You've been reading too many stories!!" She exclaimed, still laughing. I looked behind us only to see that the tall man who I saw wasn't there any more. My jaw dropped, and I turned away. "Fuck you, fuck-face. Don't laugh at a bad trip!" I yelled at her, getting on my feet. "Sorry baby-face, you know I love you!" She giggled while standing up because the bus had finally came. "Ugh, I love you too, goof." I mumbled to her, now grumpy.
We waiting patiently for the bus to pull up and we quickly stepped on board. We went and got our seats in the back of the bus and sat down, me closest to the window. I looked out to where the odd male had been standing. 'But he looked so familiar, as if I've seen him before....' I thought to myself silently.
I shook my head and looked forward ignoring what I thought I had just saw.
Little did I know, that I had just saw my soon-to-be murderer.
I saw Jeff the Killer.