It has been a couple of weeks since I moved in with Jeff The Killer. He is really nice and cute. I think I love him. This morning we had a tickle fight, it was really fun. Then we had breakfast, we both had fruity pebbles. My favorite. We were watching a horror movie, and I passed out when it ended. Jeff brought me up to my room. He said he loved me! I almost jumped up right then to hug him and say I love him to!
A couple hours later.
I woke up. It was night time, the house was dark, I walked down stairs and Jeff was gone. He must have went out for a late night kill. I walked outside to have a smoke, it was really cold. I was going to go back inside to get a coat, but then I saw something moving out in the darkness. It has to be Jeff. "Hey, Jeff!" I yelled. No response. "Jeff, I know it's you out there! Don't even try pulling something!" I yelled again. No response. So I turn to go back into the house. Something grabs me from behind. Before I can look I can't see and I'm being drug around in the freezing cold snow.
When Jeff comes back.
I walk into the house. Something's not right. "BEN!" I yelled. No response. Maybe he's having a smoke outside. I walked outside. "BEN!" I yelled again. No response. I looked down, and one of his little boots were lying there along with his hat. "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and started crying.