He had his arms tightly wrapped around me, making sure I couldn't escape. I had no idea who he was, but then, does one usually know the man that snuck into their room in the middle of the night?
Long, dark hair draped over my face, tickling my cheeks. It was not soft, like most hair, oh no, it was rough, like it had never been brushed before.
I didn't try to struggle. I knew there was no use in doing so. If this guy was going to kill me, I was fully open to the idea.
He gently dug his knife across my cheek, not enough to be cutting me, but it still gave me a small sense of dread. I suppose that was the idea.
The man sighs deeply, seemingly out of frustration. I feel his hot breath atop my head.
"You knew I was here, yet you still come out of your comfortable bed to investigate. Why don't you just let me do my work here?"
His voice is deep, scratchy, like he hasn't used it in awhile, but at the same time you know that he has. It also has a childish ring to it, something you just can't explain, almost like he's finding everything amusing.
He sighs again, this time more heavily.
"Oh well, I think it's time for you to go to sleep."
A sudden thought comes to my mind, but before I can fully proccess it, he moves his arms from around me very quickly, and something hard hits me in the back of the head, causing me to black out completely.
Author's POV
He wakes up bright and early, like he usually does in the off chance he's in the outside world. He looks around, and is quite confused as to why he, or rather, her, had woken up on the floor.
Not caring enough to think about it, he gets her body dressed in her favorite white hoodie and black pants, does her makeup the way she likes it, thinking to himself about how much of a pain it is to waste all that time in the morining, and heads out the door to school.
"Hey honey, I didn't see you for dinner last night, are you hungry?" Jess's mother asks him, unaware that it isn't her daughter whom she's speaking to.
"No." He replied simply, in another voice that was not his own, but the one he was forever stuck with in the outside world.
He walked out the door, hands in his pockets, head facing the ground. He hadn't taken breakfast, not because it wasn't important, but because he didn't care to do anything that he wasn't fully required to do. Anything else didn't matter.
He arrived at school, head still facing the ground, eyes searching for anything more interesting than what was in front of him, though there was none.
Avoiding anyone and everyone was his main goal. There would be no need to socialize if he could help it.
He sat down in his next class, head bent to avoid eye contact. He soon became distant from the world around him, trapped in another imaginary world that was most certainly better than this one.
Jess's POV
I opened my eyes to find I was sitting in a desk in my third class of the day, art.
One of my personalities must have taken over me this morning.
I check the camera on my phone, making sure that whoever it was did my makeup like I always did. My clothes were the same, my makeup was the same, and so was my hair, draped over my face entirely. My contacts however, were missing.
Dammit!
Can't they just let me do my face in the morning? Seriously, I'm beyond pissed.
I'm greatful that they never bothered me last night, they are either asleep while I'm asleep, awake when I'm asleep, or awake when I'm awake. Personalities need sleep too, either that or they just kept quiet for my sake, which is why I've come to the assumption that they were actually sleeping.
Last night was really freaky, to say the least. I will admit I am a bit flustered, but usually nothing scares me.
Is this to be expected if I've never been in that situation before? I suppose so.
My heart is still beating a million miles an hour. I feel like a petty girl in love. Ew, gross.
My art teacher is really the only person I like in this school. I really love art, and I can't imagine it being ruined my a crappy teacher.
I draw a lot of...disturbing stuff, but my teacher just says that I have talent no matter what I put it into it, I'm seriously greatful for her. Too bad I only have her every second day.
The bell rings, and I go off to my next class, science.
The whole class goes by really slow, very boring. Why is it that that stupid midgit blonde, Chelsea and her friend Sheylynn feel the need to talk very loudly about God knows what and God knows I don't care.
Chelsea is always getting herself in trouble, making horrible fashion choices, and having an extremely annoying face.
Imagine that voice calling for help pitifully when I stab my knife into that flat chest of hers.
Woah, where the hell did that come from?
I have no freaking clue, but I have a certain emptiness when I don't think about violence and gore. That's so weird, but I'm sure all morbid teenagers like me feel that as well.
My day ends up being boring as hell, what a suprise. Finally school ends, and I run all the way home, just so I can get on my laptop and read some more creepypasta.
When I walk through the door, I notice that neither my mom or my sister are home. Huh, weird.
I think about the events of last night, so I slowly open my door to see if anyone is in my room. When I see that there isn't, I fall onto my bed and turn on my laptop.
About 3 hours later, my mom and my sister still aren't home yet, and it's pitch black outside, due to the change of season. Damn Winter.
As much as you'd think I'd be worried right now, I'm really not. I don't mind having to be alone all night, that doesn't give me any feelings of anxiety at all. What does give me the creeps, however, is the possibility that that creep might come again.
If he kills me, so be it, I'm not afraid to die, but I just can't explain how scary it is being in that position, prepared for the worst or not.
As I'm scrolling through Creepypasta Wiki, I stumble upon a story I haven't read yet, calling "Jeff is back" Goodie, I get to read another one about Jeff, no doubt that Penelope is reading through my eyes as well. The only reason I can't hear her fangirl screams is because she's focused.
I start reading, quickly impressed with what I'm scrolling my eyes through. They make it seem so real.
"The following story was written by a detective whom, after analyzing video evidence, witness accounts, and the video claimed to have been watched, developed a story. This is that story.
It was late at night on a typical Tuesday evening. I was surfing the internet as I had two large coffees from my local coffee shop earlier that day and was unable to sleep.
After watching pointless YouTube video after YouTube video, I came across a strange title in the related videos bar. None of the characters were of the English language; however, the shapes of the characters seemed to resemble words, although I couldn't quite decipher them. Curious, I clicked on the video.
I suddenly began to hear various creaks and groans coming from my house."
Suddenly, as I'm reading, I hear a creak in the floorboards downstairs. Are my mom and my sister home? I open my door and peek down the stairs, but there's no one there.
Talk about creepy
I continue reading, it's probably just my cat. I do have a cat, she's pure black, but she hates me, which is why she's never up here.
"I whirled around and grabbed a nearby baseball bat, ready for a fatal battle. To my surprise, there were no intruders in the house, nor any signs of a forced entry. All the doors were also locked. Figuring I was just going crazy, I shrugged my shoulders and lazily walked back to my room.
I had spent a lot of money on a high bandwidth connection, so I was perplexed that the video I had clicked on had not loaded yet. I impatiently clicked the video four more times in an attempt to bring it up. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the page finally loaded. The background was black and it completely hid all of the text, except for the username of the uploader and the description, both in crimson red. The username of the uploader was "NightmareSLUMBER" and the description read as such:
How ignorant of you.
You are unaware of my demonic presence in your life.
I will destroy everything you stand for.
Worthless coward.
I am always watching you.
And soon you will come to live with me...
Forever...
Figuring this was simply the idiocy of a twelve year old, I did not heed the danger I was in. The video began with a picture of an abandoned mental asylum (Later found out to be Denbigh asylum). The picture was a long, dark, and tattered corridor extending past the viewer's visual field. The left wall of the corridor had windows separated by columns. The corridor was bathed in an eerie moonlight, only broken by the shadows of the columns. The darkness of the corridor was a pure black, the likes of which I had never seen. I got the vibe that the asylum was hastily abandoned and never cleaned up.
For the first minute of the video, it was simply a still frame of the corridor. There was no sound nor movement. At approximately 1:13 of the video, I noticed a slow but definite movement at the very end of the corridor. The had a human stance but walked very unusually, most noticeably with it's head pointed straight at the ground. The creature accelerated steadily as the video progressed, eventually breaking into a full run. The creature ran head first into the camera, knocking it over. Simultaneously, I heard a very loud bang at the door. There was only one, and it sounded like someone had just run into the door."
I jump as I hear a loud bang on my front door. What the hell?!?! Maybe that was the cat doing just that, banging his head on the door, though I've never seen her do that, I'm never around her so I guess you never know.
Instead of going to check it out, I continue reading.
"I jumped up and grabbed the bat again, when I heard my computer make an error sound. The computer then bluescreened at that point, saying it shut down for safety reasons. The screen then proceeded to make note of the fact that an unknown hacker had been obtaining information about my whereabouts. My antivirus program ran a trace of the hacker's IP address, and came back with a city in Northern Wales; specifically, the hack had been made from an abandoned mental asylum.
Then the power went out. At this point, I became extremely intimidated. My eyes welled up with water as my breathing accelerated. I began to hear someone groaning in pain outside the door."
As soon as I read that last sentence, I heard groans of pain coming from the front door.
Jeff is coming. Penelope says in a creepy voice, trying to freak me out.
I don't go investigate. It's probably that creepy maniac again, just a coincidence that he's doing the same things that are in this Creepypasta. I continue reading, too curious to stop now.
"I knew it was a mistake to go look, but I decided to anyway. When I glanced through the peephole, there was nobody outside the door. I could still hear the groaning though. No way in hell was I opening that door.
I flew into a panic attack and immediately attempted to contact police; however, I simply got a busy tone on both the landline and my cell phone. I ran back up to my computer to see if I could hook it up to a generator to ask for help that way, when I noticed that the computer screen was still on. In giant red text upon a black screen, it read, "GO TO SLEEP".
A piercing scream then rang out. It sounded like someone was dying. I raced to the kitchen and drew two knives out of a drawer. This was real. This was actually happening. The screams got louder and more desperate. Under the screams, I began to hear a faint but distinct hysterical laughter."
Suddenly, Penelope starts screaming as loud as she can, while laughing at the same time.
I sigh heavily, Does she really think that'll work?
Shut up Penelope, I'm trying to read. I say, annoyed.
This is getting really interesting so far, obviously the creepiest one I've ever read. Jeff is ultimately the best, as if I didn't already know.
As soon as Penelope decides to shut up, I can actually focus and read again.
"I ran about the house trying to figure out what was going on. I then heard a sobbing coming from a closet near my computer room. My skin ran cold as I grasped the doorknob. It was cold to the touch. I should have said something before opening the door, but I didn't have the common sense to do so. I whipped the door open to see a young girl, dead and bloody, crumpled in a heap in my closet.
Her stomach had been ripped open and her entrails pulled out. She was entirely naked and coated completely in blood. The wall suddenly was illuminated with a red light. I noticed that something was written in blood on the wall.
"You should have heeded the warning. Time to go to sleep."
I whirled around and saw the figure in the video, head down and everything. I froze in fear. With one sudden movement, almost as if I was watching a video that had skipped a few frames, the figure twisted it's head and looked at me. Then everything went black."
I hear the sound of wind wisking it's way past my head, so I wirl around, looking behind me, expecting to see Jeff standing there.
Nothing.
"I knew it was fake." I mutter, turning back to my laptop.
"Detective's note:
The victim's body was found in a similar state to that of the young girl in the closet. Despite numerous blood tests, we could not identify the girl. In fact, due to the lack of a missing person's report, the fact that no one came forward to claim her remains or to try to solve the case of the murder, and because no blood test matched anyone we tested, it seemed like the girl never really existed.
We have confirmed that the hacking came from the abandoned mental hospital; however, there is no explanation as to how this was timed so close together. We have issued an arrest warrant but no officer wants to enter the ruins in fear of his or her life. The only break we got was a witness sighting of an extremely unusual and frightening creature running into the hospital a few days later. From the witness' testimony, we noticed a shocking similarity between the face of the deranged mental hospital inhabitant and the following image, taken from a site filled with horror stories, with the words "GO TO SLEEP" captioned above it.
Numerous murders like this have occurred since, and every single one of the victims has been noted to watch the video a few minutes before the homicide is committed. YouTube officials have tried to remove the video; however, every moderator that tries ends up getting brutally murdered. The case is still unsolved.
Detective's note 2:
After further researching the case, a few discoveries have been made. First, while I have been unable to find the source of the video, last minute accounts of the killer's victims have provided enough descriptive evidence to point to the image used as the background for the video.
Although this is a JPEG image and thus by nature is a still image, rumor has it that, if you stare into the picture long enough, the image begins to twist and contort. Continue staring, and you can see a creature beginning to run towards the camera. No one has watched the image long enough to see the creature come close, but enough visual evidence is there to assume that it is the same person seen in the video. The image can be found below. View at your own risk, for your life may be at stake.
In addition, I have been searching for more information regarding the killer. To my horror, I have found a set of stories online regarding one "Jeff the Killer". The stories dictate a serial killer who develops his psychopathic tendencies at the onset of his teenage years, eventually killing everybody in his immediate family.
The most shocking aspect of the story is that Jeff killed his victims in the same brutal way as seen with the Denbigh asylum killer, even going to the extent of both killers communicating "GO TO SLEEP" before murdering their victims. The most frightening aspect, however, is that the image provided for Jeff the Killer is the exact same as the image provided by witnesses for the Denbigh Asylum killer, leading investigators to believe that they are in fact the same person. For further reading, simply search "Jeff the Killer" online and read at your own risk.
The most terrifying fact of all, though, lies in my personal experience. After writing this report, I heard strange sounds throughout my home. Figuring it was nothing, I continued doing research on Jeff. The banging noises got louder and louder. I searched outside, thinking maybe a bird was injured. As I stepped to my door, however, I noticed movement in the window. I immediately attempted to phone police, but got a busy signal. Concerned, I put the phone down and looked toward the door, only to see Jeff staring directly at me with those cold, dead eyes and that horrific, disfigured face. His smile was the most eerie thing I have ever seen. I immediately pulled out my gun and began shooting. Jeff took off into the night.
I know I am in danger, so I have set up constant surveillance around my home to protect myself. I still see bright flashes of light and hear banging noises around my home, along with the rare but still horrifying laughter of which only a true psychotic serial killer can provide. I don't know how much longer it will be until we catch him, but, if he keeps making these mistakes, then we'll have a solid identity and an air-tight case. I feel we are on the brink of taking him in, for I keep hearing laughter and banging sounds that are escalating in volume, and I also am seeing an odd orb of light in the distance. I have radioed fellow police to the scene, but the radio has gone dead. The light is getting closer, and I have my gun ready. It's him. I can see his face. Time tot mntoujiujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujujyhjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj/"
I stop reading, just to stare at the screen, blankly, for a moment, before I start to laugh quietly. I don't know why exactly, but then I continue to read. The next part shocks me.
"Hello everyone. My name is Jeff. I don't like that this story is being published, but oh well. It's not like any of you could catch a demon of my caliber"
I love the way he talks.
"The detective is now dead. The journal is over. And it's quite hilarious, because, in viewing this document, I have logged every single one of your IP addresses and know exactly where you are. For example: One of you works at a Cousin's on Drexel boulevard, one of you lives in Burbank, one of you lives on East avenue, one of you goes to University and has a roommate named Becky, one of you is going to Iowa, one of you is quite the whiz at the piano... The list goes on and on.
I know where you work. I know your friends. Your family. Your loved ones. I know everything. Soon, all of that will be taken from you. Upon reading this message from me, you should start hearing odd noises and feel a sense of fear and dysphoria wash over you. You will become anxious and frantic for no logical reason. The banging isn't the building you reside in. It's something else. Something quite sinister. Something that wants your blood. If I don't get you, I will get those you love and care about. You, the one shivering in your chair and has a girlfriend named Jessica with whom you live with... She's mine.
You aren't safe. Heh. Hahahaha. AHAHAHAHHH!!!!
I think it's time for you to go to sleep. :) I'll be in shortly."
I freeze, my eyes wide. That's exactly what that psycho said to me last night, before he knocked me out.
Could it be...
"Sincerely,
Jeffrey the Killer.
P.S. Whomever is the one that has a black cat named Willow... You're cute. I'll take my time with you."
Oh my God... This can't be happening.
My cat's name is Willow.
I stand up and freeze on the spot, I'm not able to move. Am I scared? My hearts beating out of my chest.
"Come and kill me, Jeff. I'm waiting." I speak outloud, still frozen in place. After a few minutes of waiting for something, anything, nothing happens. I move slowly to my bathroom, to clean the sweat off my forehead.
I wash my face in the sink, and look up at the mirror, only to be horrified beyond words by what I see.
On my mirror, there are words, dripping down onto the counter, written with fresh blood.
Remember me?