I looked at the clock. 12:30 already? ‘Ugh, its Monday tomorrow, isn’t it? Better try to sleep now....’ I thought. I put away my Tablet, but not before finishing the chapter of Jeff the Killer fan fiction I was reading. It was all I really did nowadays; I was obsessed. After some time of lying in bed, thinking about Jeff, uneasy sleep overcame me. It was stupid, really. How could I be obsessed with someone whom I’ve never even met? Someone who likely wasn’t even real, at that…
As I looked through her window as she drifted off, I couldn’t help my heart skipping a beat as I looked into her beautiful sleeping face. God, she was gorgeous. A truly breathtaking creature… I shook my head violently and rolled my eyes at myself; how could I be thinking such mushy, lovey-dovey thoughts? I’m a killer, for God’s sake, and a damn beautiful one at that. I’m too perfect for these silly mortals. Besides, if the other Pastas found out about any of this- that I’d not only been refusing to kill, but also secretly admiring someone human for about a month now, I’d not only risk putting her in serious danger, but I’d also risk some serious teasing (mostly by BEN). I sighed; there was that damn itch again. I climbed down from the tree I was perched on and set off for another night of fun. I’d check up on Meg later.
I woke up the next morning at 6:45 and got a shower then dressed into a black sparkly dress with leggings. Today was the spring concert, my last high school concert ever, and my last day seated first chair trumpet. Today was going to be a bog day and I was excited. I got into the car and my mom drove me to school. As I went to my first block, my mind ran its usual course: “wouldn’t it be cool if Jeff went to my school? I’d get to hang out with him and see him every day…” He was all I thought about, and I didn’t even know him! I hated fangirls, so I kept my obsession to myself, but my best friends still knew about it and sometimes lovingly teased me about it. I went through my normal school day, talking and laughing with my best friend Seth (who was a CreepyPasta fanatic as well, though he favored Slenderman over Jeff) and avoiding the creepy and annoying Marquise, the guy who was obsessed with me, but all day I had a nagging sense of paranoia. Twice in class, I looked out the window and could’ve sworn I saw a figure standing in the distance, facing towards the school; but when I did a double-take, the figure had vanished. I shrugged it off; it must’ve been too much CreepyPasta or wishful thinking on my part. But at the concert during my solo, I glanced out into the audience and could’ve sworn I saw someone sitting there and grinning, looking hauntingly like Jeff… Ugh no, this was stupid! Am I actually that obsessed with him that I’m now tricking myself into believing I’m seeing him? I really am pathetic..
I sat in the auditorium watching the concert. Meg was playing a jazz solo that her teacher proudly announced that she wrote herself. Wow, she really did play trumpet beautifully, she was so talented. Perhaps she was good enough for my perfection after all? I’ll need to meet her in person to decide on that for sure. I was just about to work out an arrangement in my head when my thoughts were interrupted. I growled; Slenderman wanted me. I wondered if he somehow found out about Meg after all, even though I’d been trying my hardest to keep it a secret. I knew Slendy had his ways… oh boy, this was not going to be good. I slunk out of the auditorium.
I mustered up all the courage I had and looked out into the audience once more. Of course the figure was gone. I was losing my mind; I needed to get away from everything. After the concert we drove home and I slipped out into the night to clear my mind. I walked into the woods behind my house and just wandered, trying to shake myself of my obvious insanity, when I started to get the feeling of paranoia again. I was just about to head back when I felt a threatening presence behind me. I turned to see an inhumanly tall man, in a business suit, in the middle of my woods. Looking up further my heart jumped into my throat. He had no face. No eyes, no nose, no nothing. I knew this being instantly from PewDiePie and CreepyPasta: The Slenderman. I couldn’t scream; I couldn’t seem to find my voice. I couldn’t run, my legs were completely useless. All I could do was stand there in utter terror and watch as he stared me down (I guessed) no doubt contemplating my inevitable death. Just as I thought I was about to faint, the being spoke. He had a deep voice. He wasn’t necessarily speaking aloud, seeing as he didn’t have a mouth; rather, he was THINKING to me. I could hear each word clearly and precisely, and the words were in my head. “Do not be afraid, child. I am not here to harm you. Rather, I am here on behalf of a friend. I believe you know him, he goes by Jeff the Killer.”