Jane's pov:
We are now arriving at the station of......." I wake up looking around and asking where am I. Oh, I remember. I'm trying to get in Kentucky to finally get my revenge on Jeff the Killer. I look out of the window and I see it's still night, but it'll be dusk in any moment. I jump off the train, praying that I'm far away from the little town I was yesterday. I go to the station's newsagent and I buy today's newspaper. On the first page, like every morning, there is him. He has killed more than 11 people yesterday night in two different towns, but the journalists aren't sure if a few people in Saint Peter were actually killed by Jeff or the Slenderman. I finish reading the newspaper and I head out of the bus station. I must find a place to stay until midnight. I always begin the hunt at midnight because it was at 12:00am when I swore to the sky that I'll find and kill that freak. Suddenly a metal object catch my attention and I pick up. I look at it carefully and I recognize an MP3 player. I decide to take it because I think some music will keep me company. I feel a bit lonely sometimes. I decided to camp in an abandoned house near the woods. I decide to explore the town to find someone to kill tonight, just to make some exercise. After a while I find my next victim: it's a father who beats his kids for no apparent reason. Tonight I'll pay him a visit, but first I return back to my "house" to sleep a bit more.

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"I felt him let go of the back of my head. When I looked back he was out of the room. I looked back at the table once more, taking it all in. Fresh tears started to come down my face again as I remember my family and friends, who were alive only a few hours ago. I was still crying when Jeff came back." I wake up screaming, tears all over my face. My family. My friends. All gone. I'm alone. Sometimes I want to jump off a cliff, but I'll do it after killing Jeff. I look at the clock: 11:50pm. Good. I try to hide my tears: it's not dignified to show your emotions for a killer. Yes, even though I only want to kill Jeff, I'm a killer. I kill a man, or a woman a day, because even I have a feeble part of me demands blood. I try to kill the ones who deserves to die, but still I cut lives. Remembering the dream I fell on my knees: "Jeff" I whisper
"Why did you kill my family and freinds? I tried to help you and you thanked me like that?" Another rain of tears rise on my burned cheeks. I want to scream. I rush in the woods and I scream. I let out all my pain. Sometimes I do this thing of screaming in hidden places. It's liberating. I then pass to serious things: extinguish the blood lust. I grab my knife and I head in the silent town. I recognize the house I've seen earlier today and I go inside. The father is beating a little girl with a belt or something like that. The little girl was screaming in pain, so I tip toe to the man and I grab him from behind. I point a knife at his throat.

"Put the belt down." I order him. He doesn't do anything.

"I said put. down. the. belt." He finally let it fall to the ground. I look at the little girl and she's staring back at me with horror and fear on her face.

"I'm sorry." I whisper to her, as I stab her father in the throat. The final words that horrible man heard was: "Don't go to sleep, you won't wake up." The little girl begins to cry and scream, so I decided to run before the neighbours alarm themselves. I rush to my temporary camp and I hear the police sirens behind me.