* I don't own the character of Jeff the killer*
                                                                      *Unknown murderer p.o.v.*
I had done it. I had taken my first step into becoming the assistant to our god and savior. My name was Ken, and I thought this as I set up a room for my fellow family, so we could hail the god, that will protect us all. His name, was Jeff the killer. I had began setting out newspapers clippings of the public being foolish about the god. To set up the proper ritual, you will need clippings, or proof, of the public displaying the one your hailing in a bad light. Then, after I finished setting up the room, I looked around it a saviored it. I had candles shaping form of our god, and his face, scattered around the room. I had newspaper clippings of the foolish public displaying him in a bad light. Then, I started the meeting. After I called in my family we started the ritual, we had carved in bloody smiles into our faces, yes, even the 11 year old boy, in honor of our god. My brother dragged in our sacrifice, it was a 25 year old lady, she was at the bar. We had one of our family members at the bar, when they overheard her talking trash about our god. when she went out to her car, us, previously informed, all advanced on her, then, we had one of our sisters cover her mouth, until we knocked her unconcious. After we dragged her in, we put her in the middle of a pentagram, then she started screaming like crazy, so we needed to gag her. After, we started the ritual. We all bent down on our knees and started bowing to Jeff, Jeff, the god that would protect us all. We all spoke in a chant, all saying Jeff, Jeff, Jeff, Jeff.

                                                                                 Random lady p.o.v.
I heard a loud, bloodcurdling scream coming from a abandoned ware house. When I looked through the window over there from my own house window, I saw a lady that was gagged up and in the middle of a pentagram, so like any smart person, I immediately called the cops.

                                                                                        Kens p.o.v.
While we were doing this, I heard police sirens, and my son looked up at me with a concerned face along that beautiful, elegant carved-in smile. "Um dad, I think I heard police sirens." My son said. "Boris, stop being concerne-" I started to say that, but then I was interrupted by some banging on the door. "THIS IS THE POLICE OPEN UP!" I heard a police officer yell. Then the door burst open.

                                                                                       Boris p.o.v.
As the door burst open, me, my dad, and my brother  jumped out of another window, and we just started running, running wherever we could go to avoid the cops.