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I was sat in the kitchen, eating as I normally do. When I finished, I sat in the living room and watched TV, as I normally do. It was getting late, as I switched through the channels until I found something rather odd. On the new channel, reported that several murders had been committed around this area. It freaked me out a little.

"Hey, Connor!" I shouted to my little brother but there was no answer.

I dropped everything and ran upstairs to check on him. My parents were away on some business trip but they never told us where they were going, so I was left alone with my brother. When I ran up into his room, he was eating cookies and watching a movie.

"Jesus, Connor, why didn't you answer me?!"

"Just didn't wanna." He replied. I face palmed myself. While he had his eyes glued on him little television, I took one of his cookies. Then I heard a smashing noise coming from my parents room, and my brother took no notice. I left his room, cookie in one hand, nothing in the other, and entered my parents room.

I was right. The window was smashed open and I turned the light on. The room was purple and big, but the bed nearly took up the whole room. It also had a built in wardrobe, so that made the space even smaller. At least the wardrobe had room to open.

"H-hello?" I said, shakily. If there was somebody in here, then they haven't got anywhere much to hide. The only places they could hide, really, was inside the wardrobe.

I walked around the bed to the window, the slippers that I was wearing stepped on something sharp.

"Ouch!" I shouted. I picked up the glass piece, and realised lots of the same thing were all over the floor. I placed it back on the floor and backed away.

Time to look inside the wardrobe... I thought as I opened the first door. This one had a mirror inside and as I looked through, I could see tiny drops of blood.

"Strange..." I muttered. I closed this door after checking all through some of the clothes my mom left. I checked both of the after that, but there was nobody nor nothing to be found. I closed the wardrobe door and took a step into the hall way before hearing screams come from my brothers room.

I took another bite of my cookie and raced into my brothers room. As I walked through, a teenager about my age had a knife up to my brothers neck.

"WHERE IS (y/n)?!" The teen shouted at Connor.

"PUT HIM DOWN!" I yelled at him. He did as I asked and dropped him onto the floor. When he looked up at me his jet black hair fell behind him, and he had a pale face with eyes that seemed to not have eyelids. It also looked like he had cut a smile in his face.

I stepped back and dropped my cookie at the sight, and he grinned.

"You must be (y/n)." He said with slight delight. I looked at Connor and signaled him over to me. The teen did nothing to stop him and let him come to me. Connor wrapped him arms around me, mainly because he was scared.

"Yea, I am." I said. "How do you know my name? What do you want?" I tried to look confident, but I didn't feel like it and he could tell.

"We know your name because we were stalking you." He grinned up at me. "You know what happens next?"

"I don't know..." I said slowly. He jut stared at me like 'Really?' I looked around before realizing what was going on. "You're the murderer aren't you?"

I watched him face-palm himself before he started talking. "You seriously didn't know?!" He asked.

"No..." I said, barely audible by loud enough to hear. Connor held on tighter as the teen started to laugh hysterically. I glared at him, thinking it wasn't funny. Clearly he thought it was.

When he finally finished laughing he introduced himself. "I'm Jeff... Jeff the Killer." He said with a deeper tone. "Now can you guess what happens next?"

I paused for a moment before answering. "You're going to kill us..."