Love bleeds through

Jeff the killer, one of the most known creepypastas. He is a cold blooded killer, with no remorse for his victims. So what makes 15 year old Pandora any different? He tried to kill her, but couldn't, why? Maybe because she's alone, maybe because she doesn't care about life. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because she's broken, and the only one that can fix her is him.


1. End my pain

I was in my room lying in bed trying to get some shut eye before I got ready for school in the morning, but to no avail. So, I just sat there looking at the clock, wondering about random shit like bands and crap. Soon becoming bored with that, I got up and went to the window and took a look outside, looking at the forest that lay right in my backyard. Sighing, I returned to my bed and put my head face first into my pillow. Just then I heard a noise coming from my window, but didn't worry, must've been the wind. But, again, I hear the strange noise, and felt a burst of cool air causing me to shiver. Confused, I finally look up to see my window had been opened, but how? I was just there a second ago, and I sure as hell didn't open the damn thing. So I get up, walk over, and shut it, not even noticing the figure behind me. But as I turn to walk to my bed, I see him, in a white hoodie, stained with blood, and in black skinny jeans. When I get a look at his face, I instantly recognized him, it shouldn't be hard when I could clearly see a smile carved into his cheeks, Jeff the killer. I stand frozen, eyeing him with eyes wide, in both fear and excitement. He walks towards me, clearly amused by my fear.

"Why, hello there, my name is Jeff, I couldn't help but notice you were struggling, why don't I help you GO TO SLEEP!" With that, he charged at me, knife in hand, laughing, and ready to attack. Now, any normal person would have been scared shitless and ran for their life, but me, I just stood there, welcoming the thought of death as if it were a box of chocolates. Noticing that I hadn't moved yet, Jeff eyed me, a confused look on his face.

"Why aren't you running?" He asked, no putting the knife to my throat, trying to get some sort of scare out of me.

"Because, I don't want to." I replied, a smile coming to my face seeing him becoming even more confused.

"What's so funny!" He asked now getting progressively angry.

"Oh nothing, just the thought of death finally coming to me makes my day." I said, almost to the point of laughter now. 

"You're... Not afraid?" He asked, now calming down a bit.

"Of course not, I finally get what I've wanted for the past 5 years, why would I be?" After I had answered, he dropped his knife, and I gave him a confused look. "What are you doing? Kill me! End me now! End my pain!" I was on the brink of tears now, not understanding why he'd just stop like that. All he did was look at me, sorrow in his eyes as he stared at me collapsing to the floor, a crying mess. 

"I'm sorry, but it's not that fun anymore." He said, being careful with his words. I looked up at him, seeing that I lost my chance at death, the only chance I'd ever get. Once I had composed myself, I saw he was still here.

"What are you still doing here?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know honestly, just thought I should stay till I saw you get better."

"Really?" I smiled at the thought of someone caring the tiniest bit about me, that person being a serial killer.

"Yeah... Sorry for disappointing you." He said, acting a bit shy now

"It's okay, so... What are you doing after this?" I questioned himquite curious about his life outside of being a muderer.

"Well, I was going to just go back to the woods and rest."

"You live in the woods?" I asked surprised, knowing that winter was just a month away.   

"Yeah, the only place I have right now."

"Why don't you stay here tonight?" I asked

"Really, you'd let me?" 

"Sure, you can take my bed, I'll sleep in my closet." I heard him laugh. "What?"

"You really sleep in your closet?" 

"Yes I do." And with that, I grabbed my things and went to my closet, layed  down the bedding, and layer down too. "Goodnight Jeff," I said.

"Goodnight...?" He questioned. 

"Pandora." I simply said.

"Oh, well, goodnight Pandora." With that, I payed down my head, and had the best rest I've ever had.

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