"Hello, I am Derek Gareth and welcome to Channel 11 News at 10" The newsman smiled, he was a tall man with wavy blond hair, chiseled cheeks and a permanent smirk on his face, "Tonight's top story is again another killing by the infamous psychopathic serial killer, Jeff The Killer. This picture was sent to the newsroom earlier today, we warn you that this picture is disturbing and gruesome, so viewer discretion is advised".
The newsroom was replace by a image. The people in the picture had their eyes gouged out, smiles cut into their face and stomachs gutted. Above the wall written in blood was "Go To Sleep....". The image faded and the camera went back to the newsroom. Derek smiled uneasily at the picture, "I hope the police catch that psycho, and now here is Mark with sports, Mark-". The television was shattered by a brick thrown by none other than Jeff The Killer.
Jeff The Killer would be handsome, if it weren't for his eyes, mouth and inhumanly pale skin. His brown eyes were bordered in black, having burnt off his eyelids when he was 13 and his mouth was the most noticeable feature about the killer. He had cut a smile into his cheeks, leaving a permanent smile. His black hair, which was brown before the accident, was shoulder length, and rather thick . He wore a white hoodie, black dress pants, and black converse sneakers.
He got up after smashing the television and chuckled, "You're my next victim, Mr. Gareth". He began to laugh like a psychopath he was. He stopped laughing when he heard a smash come from the next room. He grabbed his knife, which was stuck in a wall, and began to walk down the hallway towards the sound.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Jane got up quickly and backed away from the table where she knocked over the vase, sending it shattering to the ground. Jane was much like Jeff. She had pale white skin, her eyes were dark and cold, she had long curly black hair. She was the only surviving victim of Jeff and she hated him for it. She wanted nothing more than to see him dying by her hand. She was about to stand up when a knife poked her in the back. "Fuck" she muttered. Jeff was standing right behind her. He smiled, "Well, Jane, it's nice of you to drop by.