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After our first real victory, Lucas and I were pretty happy. Although we hadn’t physically damaged our demon, there were far fewer murders, and we had our weapon back. We hadn’t had much contact with Ellen, but that was to be expected; she was still upset about her brother’s disappearance. It was mid-June when we had driven Daniel out of Cedar Creek, and about two weeks past when I received yet another letter. This one was shorter and more deliberate. In fact, I realized when I read it that somebody other than the infamous Slender Man was in Cedar Creek. It said,
“Dear sir, Since you are still in this town, I must infer that you are insane, and a bully to boot. My little friends told me so– they whisper in my ear and like to play games. I kill bullies. I will kill you too.”
I sighed when I was finished, knowing that our break was over, and thought about what my next move would be. Eventually, I simply accepted the fact that I had no leads on where this psychotic newcomer even was; I decided that I would have to gain the upper hand on one of these monsters at one point. So I left my home and drove to the house where we had fought Daniel. There I surfed r/Creepypasta for info on who my psychopath’s little friends might be, though I knew from the start I had too little knowledge to work with.
I promised myself from the beginning that I wouldn’t be too scared when facing Cedar Creek’s newest guest. I felt that the best way to accomplish this would be to set a trap for him; so, I went to the Catholic Church of Cedar Creek, better known as 4C, where I knew he would show up, and put a printed map of Cedar Creek with directions to the abandoned house. It was insane, I know, literally giving this murderer a map to his newest victim, but it made me feel safer in some sick way. Then I sent Lucas a text, telling him to meet me at Dan’s old hideout, and left myself.
When I arrived, I decided to scope out the rest of the place. The front door led to the living room, a wide, yellow-walled area with a torn brown couch and a stand in the corner closest to the door that probably once held a TV. To the right was an empty frame that opened to the dining room, which contained a shabby rectangular table and four chairs. Branching off from that was a kitchen, a small facility with two walls crowded with shelves and a counter, the other containing a refrigerator. I walked back into the living room, where a hallway led to three rooms. The first on the right was a child’s bedroom, only identifiable because of the bed with Batman covers. Across the hall was an old office, which looked more or less in tact; the desk and bookshelf remained, anyway. As I walked to the bedroom, I couldn’t help but think that for a home with a locally notorious murder, it was pretty stereotypical. Of course, the fact that everything of value had been stolen contributed to that.
The bedroom contained a queen-sized bed frame stripped of blankets, sheets and mattress. The curtains were also gone and a mirror hanging on the wall was broken, but other than that the room was barren. The walls were white in contrast with the light yellow in the rest of the house, which seemed sick paired with the events that transpired. The bathroom was small and the closet was smaller; other than that, it was just a skeleton of a room, like the house itself. I can’t tell you exactly what drew me to that house. Maybe I felt some kind of kinship to it, that it was as empty as Lucas and me. Maybe I just wanted the perfect setup for a horror story: a college student awaits a deranged killer at a murder site. Either way, I knew that house was where I was going to make my stand.
“Hey,” Lucas said, causing me to jump. “What are you doing here?”
“Jesus Christ, dude, call first at least.”
“Why are you here?”
“Well, I invited another evil visitor here. He should be arriving shortly.”
“What?”
“I don’t know if you know who this is, but Jeff the Killer may or may not be in Cedar Creek right now.”
“And you’re hiding here? Are you fucking insane? There are broken windows in this house, and it’s filled with cramped spaces. You told me the story, remember? He always kills people in cramped spaces.”
“Yeah, but I just thought if we hide all the knives and stuff we could have the upper hand.”
“He’ll have a knife with him, I guarantee it. How did this happen? How do you know he’s coming?”
“He sent me a letter. He said that he was coming to kill us because we scared his friends.”
“What does that mean?”
“I have no idea. He made it seem like there were a few of them, so it’s probably not Jane… so I don’t know. He kills everyone he meets.”
“What else do you know about him?”
“The first story about him was poorly-written, but it described him fairly well. He’s crazy, strong, fast, smart… he’s ugly as all hell…”
“OK, so I’m going to grab the sword from my car. You try to board the windows or something.”
As he ran out to his parents’ car, I considered whether my plan was actually worth following through on. On the one hand, I would get to meet one of the Internet’s most infamous villains and save the lives of thousands if we succeeded. On the other hand, we would probably die. Regardless, we did end up staying in the house, playing co-op Bloons Tower Defense 5 for a few hours. At one point, I wrapped my shirt around my hand and stuck a fork in the outlet. Then I went out and bought some copper wire, which I wrapped around the handle of the fork. At about 11 p.m., the lights went out.
“Power’s out,” Lucas said, “Do you have night vision for that camera of yours?”
“No. I should probably get an upgrade considering how often I use this thing. I just need money. I should get a job.”
A window broke, and I felt my heart leap.
“Jesus Christ,” I said, “There are like five windows that are broken already. Why break more?”
Lucas grabbed his sword and stood up. I grabbed my camera and started to do the same when I realized that my amateurish trap was ruined without electricity. “Shit, Lucas, I have to turn the power on. I think it’s outside.”
He nodded and began inching toward the hallway. I left through the front door and began walking around the house. I saw a grey box on the right wall and began walking there when I heard a rustling in the bushes. I practically ran to the power box when I realized it was jammed shut. I frantically pulled on the cover when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and sank against the wall, pointing my camera at Jeff the Killer himself. His pale face was wearing his eternal grin, and his lips were bright red. He laughed, his dark eyes widening as he did so. “You, you are the one who everybody’s so scared of? I’ve killed people way stronger than you.”
“Yeah, well, I’m a serious contender for my weight class.”
“So am I.” He rushed forward, and I dove to my right. He hit the wall of the house and immediately turned, grabbing me by my shirt collar. He hit me in the face twice, the second time letting me go so I could fly backward. I hit the ground and was immediately pulled up by my collar again. This time, he threw me straight through a boarded window leading to the living room. I actually broke the wood, and landed on my back inside. My back was sore, and I struggled to catch my breath as he climbed through the window. I rolled onto my stomach and started to prop myself up, but I could hear Jeff giggling with glee only inches from me. His voice was raspy and high, which only added to the terror I felt. “This little battle is nearly over. What a shame; I really thought you could put up a fight.”
I heard footsteps come from the hallway, and Lucas said, “Well, he’s more the brains of the group. It wouldn’t hurt you to have somebody like that, too.”
“Oh, wow, your voice is so… monotonous. Like bad music. You will be much more fun than this guy, I can already tell.”
He ran at Lucas, who brought his sword down. Jeff paused and caught it in his palm, squeezing the blade. Blood ran down his arm and onto the carpet, and he laughed. “What is this? And why does it hurt so much?” Lucas kicked him in the stomach and he relinquished his grip, stumbling backwards. Lucas swung the sword again, but this time Jeff blocked it with a knife he pulled from under the waistline in his jeans, which already had blood dripping from it. I was sure that it must have cut into Jeff’s leg at several points during our encounter, but he didn’t show even a hint of a limp.
Jeff ducked and thrust his knife forward, which prompted Lucas to jump back. He threw the sword in my direction and ran at Jeff, clutching both his hands. They struggled over the knife when Lucas let go with his right hand and hit Jeff in the side. In retaliation, the killer positioned his leg behind Lucas and shoved him, causing him to fall. He then grabbed his neck and lifted him up, choking him. I grabbed the sword and crawled forward, plunging it into Jeff’s thigh when I was close.
Jeff yelled out in pain, throwing Lucas against a wall. I got up, knowing I was as good as dead if he caught me, and ran into the hall. I quietly leapt into the child’s room and, hearing his agonizingly slow footsteps come towards me, crawled under the bed. It was dark everywhere else, but that cramped space was nearly pitch black. His soft footsteps echoed through the room when he stepped in. He started to walk until he was beside the bed, and every step made my heart beat faster. He stopped when his blood-splattered shoes were inches from my face, and he turned toward me. I held my breath and prayed for him to leave, or to at least break the deafening silence. All of a sudden, the bed was upturned against the wall and I saw him, his burned, scarred and bleached skin, and I felt the fear described in so many stories and I didn’t scream. I felt exhilarated; adrenaline was pumping through my veins and I loved it. I stood up and looked the monster in his coal-black eyes, and I hit him across the face. I knew that I only had to stall him, so I just watched while he threw his head back and laughed.
He then pulled his knife back behind him. Lucas walked quietly into the room, and I kicked the sword towards him with my foot. I was sure Jeff knew he was there, but I don’t think he was concerned. He just stabbed me in the chest, centimeters from my heart. I actually didn’t feel much pain in the moment. I just grabbed Jeff the Killer’s wrist and held on. Lucas raised the sword and brought it down on Jeff’s left arm, the arm holding the knife, slicing it off at the elbow. His eyes grew surreally wide, and he just stared for what seemed like forever before letting out a high-pitched screech. He pushed past Lucas and ran outside. Lucas, instead of chasing him, pulled out his cell phone and called 911. At this point my vision started to blur, and I could hear Lucas saying that I had been stabbed from far away, like I was listening to him through a door. My chest throbbed, and Lucas told me to apply pressure as best I can while he went to make sure we were safe.
He searched the house, but Jeff was gone. The only thing out of the ordinary he reported was a pair of blonde twins watching him through the window, both of whom walked away when they were spotted. I survived the night, and I didn’t feel the full force of the pain until the hospital the next morning. It was at that point, though, that I reconsidered my suicidal mentality. I decided that it wasn’t enough to set traps and lie in wait. I decided that I would strike first next time.
Submitted March 30, 2015 at 12:45AM by AntiSanguine http://ift.tt/1F740Th creepypasta
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