-Readers POV-

I was in the dark....

Blood curdling screams and someone's psychotic laughter is all that could be heard.

I wasn't alone...

Someone, No, someTHING was here with me.

I could feel a burning gaze pierce through my back, I turned to search for the source.

The moonlight illuminated the room only enough to reveal the outline of a figure.

It just stood there...

Watching.

Not moving an inch, that is until I took one step back, finding myself trapped in a cold corner.

Damn...

The figure lunged at me with a knife in hand, leaving me defenseless in my place.

Based off of the body that now hovered above my own, I could configure that the being was in fact a male so-to-speak.

His face grew closer to mine, as if examining it, and by doing so, his face became slightly illuminated by the moonlight.

My gaze fell on one of his features, not allowing me to focus on any other.

His smile...

It was inhuman.

Starting​ from one side of his face and ending on the other.

The smell of fresh, metallic blood came from his psychotic grin.

He opened his mouth to speak and moved his blood saturated lips to my ear, whispering a simple phrase, in a deep raspy voice that sent shivers down my spine.

"GO.TO.SLEEP. "

I fluttered open my (e/c) eyes, just awaking from an unexpected evening nap.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes, attempting to clear my vision.

"Hm? Must have fallen asleep."

I sat up from my soft (f/c) comforter and stretched, popping my back in the process.

I looked over at my phone, picking it up in order to check the time.

11:00pm

Damn.

I got up from my bed and walked down stairs, listening to the loud creaks of the shifting floor boards.

I made my way to the kitchen and began to brew myself some coffee.

It's fun living alone, especially since no one will bother me, but...I get lonely from time to time.

I turned my television onto the news network channel, and sat down on my couch sipping my glass of basically milk and sugar with a drop of coffee.

"Breaking news."

My gaze lazily turned to the T.V.

"A deranged psychopathic killer is on the loose; last known location is 4102 legend road, in the River-Side neighborhood. We encourage you to stay on the look out and report any suspicious activity to the police. That is all for our breaking news."

4102 Legend road, in River-Side...

That's just two houses down from my own.

Hm.

"Whatever, it's not like I really have anything to worry about anyways."

I silently murmured to myself, whilst placing my empty coffee cup in the kitchen sink, rinsing it of any leftover sugar.

I'm not trying to have any fucking ants in my house.

After making sure that all of the sugar was rinsed down the drain, I make my way back up the creaky stairs, and into my bed room.

I shut my door behind me after I step inside, and walk over to my closet grabbing my (f/c) hoodie and (f/c) ripped skinny jeans, along with a (f/c) pair of high top converse/vans.

I fix my hair into ((f/s)favorite style), admiring my appearance in the mirror.

I nod in satisfaction and walk over to my wooden bedside drawer, unlocking it and pulling out my large kitchen knife.

Time for a killing spree.

-Jeff's POV-

"Damn."

I sat down under an old pecan tree, resting my head in my hands in order to catch my breath for a bit.

"My bloodlust still isn't satisfied...."

Alright, fuck it, one more house, Jeff.

I had enough time to kill one more fucker before the cops showed up.

I put my hood back over my singed raven hair, stood up, and began to run down the street I was on.

Eventually, I ended up finding the household of the Smith's.

Hmph.

Crossing my arms in disgust, I look up at the gigantic five story mansion that stood before me.

"Fucking rich people."

Whatever.

Trying to find a good place to break in without being noticed, I scanned my premisses.

I can't find a good place in the front, so maybe I should look in the back?

Once I made it to the back, I began to look around once more, searching for a good break in spot.

My eyes stopped on a smaller window that appeared to lead into the kitchen.

Perfect.

I took a few steps forward, trying to be stealthy, but stopped my progression once I noticed something peculiar.

Open?

Well this just made my job way fucking easier.

I climb through the window, looking around the room.

No one.

I slowly stepped out of the food prep room, listening closely for any small sounds to help locate the family.

I froze in place once I heard a series of small movements coming from the floor above where I stood, the second floor.

With my precious Roxy in hand, I snook up to the second floor, still listening for any hints to location.

I came across the third row of doors in the hallway and found the third door on the right of the large corridor open.

Nice.

I stealthily sneak over to the room, peeking in.

What the hell?

I found two of the three Smith's lying on the floor, both dead with slit throats and pools of blood surrounding them.

Then where's the other one?

I looked around the hall, finding the last door on the left of the hallway open; Making my way over to the cracked door, I look in the room finding a girl.

She had her hand over the mouth of the last Smith muffling his attempted screams for help.

She opened her mouth and said to the man,"Sweet Dreams," before stabbing him straight into the solar-plexus, resulting in immediate death.

She stood straight up and licked the blood off her knife.

The door creaked as I leaned against it.

She darted her eyes towards the door.

"Who's there?"

Shit...