"Are you sure you have to leave so soon?" Emmy asked as I wrapped my scarf around my neck. "It's freezing outside, you want coffee or hot chocolate before you go? I'll fix it up," she offered.

"I'm good, I really should get back home," I replied, offering a timid smile.

I loved my sister, but in all honesty she did get on my nerves at times. Putting up a fight before I left was all natural. But then again, her and Darren were leaving… I sighed, sitting back down on the couch.

"Maybe just a small cup of hot chocolate," I murmured, giving in.

A bright smile pulled across her face as she nodded, turning to the kitchen.

"So it's going to be a while until I see you two again, huh?" I asked Darren.

He was sitting on the other end of the couch, a laptop sitting on his lap. He looked up, the screen illuminating on his face. He pursed his lips, his blue eyes sad.

"Yeah, it appears so. We'll be back for holidays," he whispered, trying to sound comforting. I didn't really buy it.

My older sister walked back into the room, holding out a mug of hot chocolate. I sighed, taking it.

"I said small…"

"Oh, lighten up. You've always had that attitude, Stephanie," she replied, her green eyes warm.

I looked over her, knowing it was going to be the last time I'd see her for god knows how long. She just had to leave tomorrow with her new husband, no offense to Darren… but she was all I had. She flipped her brown hair, that was straight unlike mine, not seeming to have a care in the world. I quickly sipped on the hot chocolate, burning my tongue as I tried to hurry. I didn't want to be here anymore…

"You going to be alright by yourself?" she asked, her green eyes now serious. Darren picked up the remote, turning on the TV.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "I've been living alone for the past year."

"Well yeah… but we've always been close by. I can't help but worry about you," she chuckled.

I shrugged it off like it didn't matter.

"Check it out," Darren said, pointing to the TV. "Looks like a serial killer has killed seven different people in the area," he added.

"Stephanie, are you sure you don't want to stay the rest of the night?" Emmy asked, concerned. "I don't like knowing that there's a serial killer around and I'm leaving tomorrow," she huffed.

"Like you would be much help anyway," I laughed, as her eyes narrowed. Quickly, I drained the mug, handing it back to her.

"Now I really have to get going," I mumbled.

She embraced me quickly as I tensely hugged her back. "Goodbye," I whispered, pulling away.

"Goodbye, Darren," I called, yanking open the door.

I heard them both say goodbye and I shut the door behind me. Well, that was it. I was officially going to be alone now. I guess that's how a writer should start out. Alone, with no one to bother them. In their own world where they can work in peace. Then again, I knew how Emmy was. She'd be calling constantly… but I guess its better than her visiting every day. I walked to my car, giving the house one last look. The house I grew up in until I moved out and into my apartment. And now, Emmy was selling it so I could never return to it. I frowned, getting in my car and starting it up.

I drove home, having the heater on full blast due to the cold. It was supposed to snow tonight… ugh. I found it to be just a nuisance. Finally, I arrived, pulling my car to a stop. I got out, walking over to my door. Lazily, I unlocked it and tumbled inside, ready to just go to bed after the exhausting day. I had spent it all with Emmy and Darren, doing whatever they wanted since it would be the last time in a long while. I hung up my keys, then slung my scarf, coat and hat on the coat hanger by the door. I tiredly made my way to my room, getting ready for bed. Tomorrow was going to consist of nothing but writing, with absolutely no distractions. I had to catch up.

I finally turned out the light, slumping into my bed. I let out a sigh, shutting my eyes. I laid for around ten minutes, until I faintly heard the sound of glass breaking. Half asleep, I dismissed the sound, thinking it was nothing. But then, the door squeaked as it opened. My eyes snapped open, as I stared out the door. No one was there, just the hall. But I always shut my door… I turned over, seeing a figure in the corner. It was a tall man wearing a white hoodie and black pants. His hair was black too, as it covered most of his face. In shock, I sat up, scooting up against the headboard. I then saw him grin. There was something wrong with it… I choked back a scream as I realized who it was.

Jeff the Killer. In my bedroom. The smile was cut into his face, his eyes wide and open, never closing due to him not having eyelids. A large kitchen knife laid in his hand as he stood there, staring at me. I had heard all of the stories of him, how he killed his family. The fight he got into which was the cause of his appearance. Everything. But I thought they were just old stories! Yet here he is, standing in my room! A soft laugh bubbled up through his lips as he watched me begin to shake. There was nothing I could do, if I ran he'd catch me. If I stayed he would kill me. There was no win. I should have stayed with Emmy and Darren. I tried to think of anyway I could stop him.

"Jeff?" I whispered. The longer I kept him talking, the longer I would stay alive.

"So you know who I am," he chuckled, darkly. "Then I guess you know your fate, hmm?" his voice was raspy as he spoke.

"Please…" I begged, not knowing what else to do. Tears began to leak out of my eyes.

"Begging wont help," he growled. With that, he darted forward. Instantly, he was over me, knife raised. "GO TO SLEEP!" he yelled.

I screamed, rolling over as he stabbed into my pillow where my head had been. I jumped out of the bed, making a break for the hall. I knew he'd catch me, but I was going to put up a fight at the very least. I heard him running behind me as I ran through the apartment, pausing in the kitchen. With shaky fingers, I yanked open a drawer, pulling out a knife.

"Think you're going to kill me do ya?" he laughed, still stalking forward.

I was frozen, holding the knife up. I didn't know what else I could do. I began to panic as he got closer, the knife shaking in my hand. I slashed it out, making him back up a few inches. That psychotic smile stayed planted on his face as he stood there. I slashed the knife forward again, slicing his arm this time. He hissed in pain, catching my wrist with his empty hand. I tried to yank it away as his grip tightened. He started walking forward, still gripping my wrist, forcing me against the back corner.

"You're a fighter. Not like its helping you very much. But still, it's nice entertainment," he purred.

I shot out my free arm, hitting his jaw. His eyes widened in shock, then filled with rage. With that, he slammed me to the ground, my head flying back against the wall. I let out a scream, it being muffled by his hand that clamped over my mouth.

"No screaming. You don't want me to choke you, now do you?"

Tears continued to poor, sobs now flying through my mouth. I shut my eyes, just willing it to all be over soon. He grabbed both of my wrists into one of his hands, holding them above my head. He gripped his knife in the other.

"Look at me," he growled, shaking me slightly. I kept my eyes closed, shaking my head. "Fucking open your eyes and look at me!" he growled, slapping my face.

Hesitantly, I opened my eyes, meeting his. It was the first time I had truly looked at him straight on. He cocked his head, confusion coming across his face. He sat in silence, not breaking his eyes away. He had me trapped, sitting in a corner, while gripping both of my wrists. I could try to kick him… but what was the point? It would only make him angrier. But what was he waiting for?

"What's your name?" he finally asked.

"Huh?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing. He was asking for my name?

"Answer my question," he growled, placing his knife at my throat.

"Stephanie," I squeaked out, my heartbeat stuttering. Just one jerk of his hand and my entire life would be over.

"Stephanie." He nodded his head, then let go of my wrists. "Don't make me regret this," he growled, seeming angry with himself. "Don't call the police. I'll just have to kill them, and then you." He stood up, then turned to walk away.

"Wait!" I yelled, confusion overwhelming me. "Wha… why didn't you kill me?"

"Do you want me to kill you?" he asked, confused.

"Well… no. But you're Jeff the Killer! You kill everything… why not me?"

"I didn't have an urge to kill you anymore." He just shrugged. "That has never happened before. I don't know."

I let out a sigh of relief. But I was still confused. With that, he turned, and crawled out the window he had broke to get in. I stood there, my face flushed as I tried to piece together what just happened. I was attacked by Jeff the Killer. He spared my life. Then just left as if it had never happened.

This just had to be a joke.

I sat on the floor, unable to move. I was still in shock, unable to process what exactly just happened. Am I dreaming? No… that was much too real. Tears were still dripping down my face as I stared, wide eyed at the wall. Should I call the police? He said not to, but should I anyway? No… he spared me. He didn't kill me. So what use would it be to put myself in more danger by doing so? The cops wouldn't believe me anyway.

I pulled myself up, hanging on the counter for support. I quickly wiped my cheeks, drying the tears away. My legs were shaking underneath me as I tried to keep myself up. I was all alone in the house, just confronted by a murderer who could change his mind and come back. Every beat of my heart ached as it quickly thumped. There was no way I was going back to sleep tonight. I just couldn't do it. Starting forward, I walked in my room, quickly grabbing my laptop. I needed to lose myself. It was the only way I wouldn't go insane from fear this night. Walking back to the sitting room, I turned it on and then walked into the kitchen.

My mind was still racing as I made some coffee to keep me awake. Why? Why me? Would he ever come back? Change his mind? I peeked over at the broken window, the icy winter wind blowing inside. I'd have to fix that tomorrow… Once done, I walked over to the laptop, sipping on the coffee. Shaking my head, I began to write, just trying to forget for the rest of the night.

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