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Jeff the Killer hadn’t had any trouble opening a window in the house that were placed in the most BORING neighbourhood he had ever gone hunting in. But considering that he hadn’t been in England for long (and hadn’t that been weird) that might just be the norm. But the fact that all the houses looked the same had increased his urge to kill someone, to create some chaos in this small neighbourhood to heights he hadn’t felt since he first started killing. He thought it might be called Little Whining or something like that.
And so it hadn’t taken long for him to choose a house, the one with the most annoying of the bunch of humans living there. He had kept an eye on the family, and from what he could see there were three occupants. The mother, a thin woman who looked like a horse, though he thought that might be an insult to horses everywhere, and a voice that grated on his insanity. The father, who was so fat, Jeff wondered how his chair didn’t break under him when he saw him eating dinner, a sight that made Jeff wish his eyes had eyelids still so he could have closed them. And then there was the son, a child who was well on his way to being as fat as his father, and who was being spoiled in a way that would only lead to trouble in the future. Not that Jeff cared; he wouldn’t have much of a future once Jeff was done, at least not with his parents.
Jeff had been doing this for around 6 years now, going around and killing people. And he had realized that he didn’t like killing kids. It simply wasn’t as fun as killing adults. Now the true fun was in killing the parents without the kid waking up and listening to their screams when they found them in the morning. It really sent the adrenaline kicking.
And now he stood in the living room of the house, getting ready to get his fix and looking forward to the chaos that would ensue. He knew the bedrooms where on the second floor of the house, so he moved towards the entrée where the stairs where located. However, just as he passed a door, he paused. He had heard a sound. He stilled, listening. Then he heard it again. It was a whimper. He turned towards the door where the sound came from. It was small, and he wondered what it was when he noticed the lock. Did they have a pet they had locked in under the stairs? Why would they do that? He heard the sound again, and this time it sounded like a sob, followed by a whimper. He turned around and unlocked the door, then turned the knob and opened it.
But it wasn’t a pet that met his eyes, but a child. A very young child that didn’t look more than three. The girl, for it was a girl, was small, thin and the clothes she was wearing looked way too big on her. Not to mention that the clothes obviously were meant for a boy. However that wasn’t what caught his gaze. No, it was the black eye, the swollen cheek, the bruises he could see on her thin arms and the blood that seemed to ooze from her back. And then the fact that he hadn’t seen the child at all during the past few days he had watched the house. The bruises looked at least a few days old, but he could see old scars littering her arms. Jeff took all this in as the child turned to look at him. But she didn’t scream, just stared at him as he stared at her. Her green eyes wide and her short, black hair dirty and limp. She opened her mouth, but instead of screaming, she spoke.
“You should get out before they hurt you too mister” she whispered with a scared sound.
Jeff, slightly surprised said, “who do you think would hurt me?”
The girl shushed him with a scared sound, looking like she was listening to the three upstairs. However with the snoring he could hear quite clearly he was sure they were still asleep. The girl tuned back to him, her eyes wide.
“My aunt and uncle. They don’t like people who are different.” She whispered, whimpering a little when she sat up, having lain on her side during the conversation so far. Jeff looked at this little girl, and then seemed to realize something.
“Is that why you are in here and look like this? Do your aunt and uncle think you are different?” Jeff asked. For some reason Jeff hadn’t felt the need to murder this little girl who didn’t seem afraid of him. But when the little girl hesitated then gave a little nod to his question, he felt an anger towards the people lying sleeping on their beds upstairs, while this child laid down here in what he now could see was a cupboard with nothing but a thin moth-eaten mattress and something that might once had been a blanket, but definitely couldn’t be called that anymore. It made him want to kill them in the most gruesome way, but he ignored the urge for now, he would get his chance, he knew that. Instead he asked the little girl a new question.
“What makes you think your aunt and uncle could hurt me?” he was curious, the little girl seemed so scared and sure that he would be hurt. She seemed a little scared as she shushed him again, but the snoring upstairs hadn’t stopped for a second. She then took a deep breath and whispered again.
“Uncle Vernon keeps a bat under the bed on his side, I’ve seen it, and he also keeps a gun in the room, though I don’t think he is supposed to have it… please, you should go, I don’t want to see them hurt you” she hurriedly whispered out. Jeff was actually a little surprised by the worry over him, though he supposed it was because she got hurt too. He was beginning to get antsy, he wanted to kill the animals sleeping upstairs, so he made a snap decision and spoke.
“Would you want to get away from here? I can take you away, take you somewhere better.” He didn’t know why he said it or why he asked, but he meant it. He didn’t understand it himself and it made him curious. Maybe she could help him relieve some of the boredom he was beginning to feel.
She seemed unsure, and went so quit he couldn’t hear her. If she hadn’t sat right in front of him, he wouldn’t have been able to find her or notice her. Finally A look of determination settled on her small face and she gave a small nod. Jeff grinned, his giant carved grin seeming even more sinister than usual, though the little girl didn’t seem to mind. This reminded him.
“What is your name little girl, if you will be coming with me, then I need to have something I can call you.” She seemed to freeze at the question before ducking her head and looking away. If it hadn’t been for him listening for her answer, he probably wouldn’t have heard her, her voice was so quiet.
“I don’t know, my aunt and uncle just call me freak or girl.” Her answer sent Jeff’s rage into overdrive. He couldn’t think, he barely restrained himself from just storming up the stairs and murdering those vile, filthy, horrible excuses for human beings. He knew he couldn’t hold it back much longer, and he didn’t really want to. He grabbed the girls chin and lifted her face so she was looking at him. He had a hard time keeping his voice calm, but through some miracle, or something, he actually managed it.
“I want you to take your things and go into the living room. Then I want you to wait there and cover your ears. I am going to go upstairs and make sure your aunt and uncle will never hurt you or anyone else again, you got that,” he managed to say. The girl nodded while staring into his eyes. As soon as he released her, she grabbed a few things to her side, a dirty rag doll, a shirt and a pair of pants, both way too big and some broken crayons, which she bundled in her blanket-that-was-too-worn-to-be-a-blanket and tied it together and hesitantly moved out of the cupboard. She was obviously in pain, and he noticed that her ankle was swollen. As soon as she moved through the door to the living room, he was up the stairs, prowling down the corridor to the last door and the master bedroom.
He stopped for a second in front of the son’s bedroom, wondering if he could stop him from coming out somehow, but there was no lock and he didn’t have anything he could use to keep it closed. However Jeff didn’t want to be interrupted while murdering the creatures in the master bedroom (he refused to call them people). In the end he realized the only way to make sure the son didn’t interrupt him while he murdered the parents was to kill him too, but he would have to be quick and quiet, wouldn’t want the parents to wake up.
Jeff felt a thrill of excitement and anger as he snuck into the boy’s bedroom. It was big and was filled with toys. How the two creatures could have treated the two children under their care so differently he couldn’t understand. Jeff finally stopped at the son’s bedside and looked at him, his carved smile growing when he noticed he was still fast asleep. He would have to be fast and keep the kid silent if he wanted to play with the parents the way he did.
Jeff pulled his knife out of his pocket, watching it glinting in the moonlight. Then, like a snake striking, one of his hands shot out and covered the son’s mouth and nose as his other hand rose and plunged into the kid’s throat. His eyes flew open and he tried to scream but the only thing he could do was gurgle on the blood that was filling his mouth. Jeff shushed him.
“Be quiet and go to sleep, and I’ll send your parents after you soon,” he said to the son as the hand with his knife rose one more time and he plunged it through the son’s chest, hitting his heart. The boy stiffened and grew still. Jeff kept his hand over the now dead boy’s mouth and nose a few extra moments to be sure he was dead. When he was sure he removed the hand and dried it on his white hoodie, which was now stained with the red of blood. Then he turned and walked out of the bedroom. It was time for the main event, and he could feel a thrill of excitement as the thought of murdering those two creatures came closer to realization.
As he opened the door to the master bedroom he didn’t have to worry about any sound the door made, as the loud snoring from the father would have been able to wake the dead. Jeff really wanted to kill them immediately, but knew that wouldn’t be smart, so he hurried to tiptoe around the room, looking for the gun the little girl had told him about. He found it in a drawer and he hurriedly emptied it before throwing it out in the hallway though the door, which he still hadn’t closed all the way. Then he went over to the fathers side and grabbed the wooden bat under it, he was just about to throw it away when he got an even better idea.
He wanted them to suffer and feel helpless. His carved smile somehow stretched wider as he smiled a sadistic smile, his eyes glimmering with insanity as he brought the bat down right on the kneecaps on the wife, hearing them crunch in satisfaction. She woke with a scream of pain waking the husband just as Jeff brought the bat down another time, this time on the husband’s kneecaps, breaking them as he had done with the wife’s. When they finally looked up at Jeff through their pain he had thrown the bat away and drawn his knife.
“You know, I was just going to make you Go to Sleep like I normally do,” he said, eyes gleaming, carved smile wide, “but then I saw your cute little niece down in the cupboard under the stairs, and she tells me to get out so you don’t hurt me too. Now that pisses me off,” he finishes as he walks to the husband, stabbing him in the leg. As he screams in pain, the wife screams at him.
“If she pissed you of, why are you hurting us and not that little freak!”
Jeff walks around the bed to her side, anger radiating of him, the insanity in his eyes clearer and somehow more dangerous than before as he plunges his knife into her shoulder and grits out.
“Because she wasn’t the one who pissed me off,” he says as he retracts the knife from the now screaming and crying wife, “you did, when I saw aaaaaallll the marks from when you have hit her and abused her. So I wanna play with you and make you see how it feels. You won’t be going to Sleep quietly,” he says in a singsong voice as he walks to the door, finally closing it all the way. After that, only screams and begging could be heard for a while.
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After half an hour, Jeff finally stepped out of the master bedroom. His white hoodie was now covered in red with only a few tiny spots of white visible, his face had splashes of blood on it and the knife in his hand was covered in blood, though it had obviously been dried on something. However if you had looked into the bedroom he just vacated you would find a horrible sight.
The two people who had been sleeping in the bed were still there, but you wouldn’t be able to recognize them. Their faces were covered in bloody gashes, their eyes were gouged out and downward slashes on their faces gave them an eternal frown as opposed to their killer’s eternal smile. Their torsos were a bloodied mush, their ribs cracked from the force of all the stab wounds they had received. Along their arms and legs long gashes had been made so you could see all the way to their bones, their kneecaps broken and the muscles over them severed. The bed they lay on was dripping red and the wall behind the headboard was stained with their blood. There were signs of struggle, but it obviously hadn’t ended in the couple’s favour.
Jeff moved casually down the hallway as if he hadn’t just murdered someone in the most brutal way you can imagine and was covered in their blood. He wore an almost content expression as he walked down the stairs, through the entrée and entered the living room. There he found the little girl, with her hands over her ears, eyes closed and knees tucked to her chest on the floor in front of the sofa. He went over to her and put a hand on her shoulder, causing her to look up at him, her eyes widening at the blood. Then she reached towards him causing Jeff to be surprised, though her next words surprised him more.
“Are you hurt mister?” she whispered worriedly. This stunned Jeff for a second. She was worried? For him? Why? He shook his head, but she didn’t seem convinced.
“It’s not my blood,” he said to ease her worry. He stood up before she could disagree with him and held out a hand for her. She grabbed it and he pulled her to her feet. But as he looked her over, he realised he couldn’t take her out in the clothes she was wearing, it was late autumn and the weather was cold, then he spotted the blanket lying over the back of the sofa. He grabbed it and wrapped it around the little girl who looked shocked at his sudden action. Then he herded her towards the window he had entered through.
“Stay here, I will pull you through once I’m out, and then you will be gone from here. You won’t ever have to see this place again,” Jeff said to the little girl. She looked scared for a second, but then she got teary eyed, and sniffled a little.
“Thank you,” she whispered, as Jeff climbed through the window, pausing for a second to look at the small child, and then reached in for her. She tugged the blanket closer around her and held her small bundle of belongings closer as she walked over to him so he could reach her. It didn’t matter to her that he was covered in blood and probably had done something bad to her relatives, because they had always done bad things to her. He was getting her away, he was trying to keep her warm, and that was more than anyone she remembered had ever done. So she went with this weird man, who was always smiling and never blinking, and she didn’t look back, as he carefully lifted her through the window and away from her own personal hell, towards a future that could only be better than what she was leaving behind.