PokeNews (2012-05-28 21:08:55)

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You all know the famous Jeff. He was a mental fool that made people go to sleep. Now some clear observations have been found about him. New evidence and new witnesses.
I am only 16, but for my age, I look like a giant. I have bright red cheeks and always wear my lucky, purple, wool coat. I never complain. I have never been rude. I am on the geeky side. But although I wear a purple coat, I look very smart. I lived with my older brother James. James was 19, but almost my height.
I flicked through his messages on his own wiki. I named it 'Jeff The Killer Wiki'. I was obsessed with him. Everything thing I said, it had to be about Jeff. I kept flicking through.
I noticed a message, under the subject of 'IMPORTANT'. I opened it up and read the message:

"Dear Troy Stiff,

My name is Henry Stevenson. I was at my bedroom flat and wikia when I noticed the wiki. I was very interested and. I just had to contact you. Very weird things have been going on. Already 5 people have been murdered. People say it's the old cabin at the top of the hillside. I didn't know who to contact.

Please, I really need your help. I can't watch my family die. I live in house number 34. The street is probably blocks away from yours."

I started to hesitate. My coke can dropped swiftly. I had to see this guy, no matter what. I grabbed my DVR camcorder, pen and notepad, and my pocket-knife. I strolled out, not realizing what kind of danger I was in.

Apple Ridge Street. That's what it was called. I walked along the dusty road. The whole place was desolate. I could hardly breath because of the dust. I glanced at the door numbers. 32. 33. 34. I stopped, there it was. I observed the house, house number 34. I slowly walked through the gates and knocked. There was no answer. I knocked again. Still nothing. I placed my hand on the door knob, the door slowly opened. I crept in and glanced around. No one was home. I went upstairs and looked around cautiously.

I looked around once again, the wallpaper was ripped and viciously torn. I reached the top and looked around. There were only two bedrooms. One was a stinky one. The other was slightly open, but nothing could be seen. I walked towards it. Walking slowly. My breath was heavy and I was sweating with fear. Still walking. I grabbed the knob and gently opened the door.

I looked round and saw a brown-haired wrinkly man. He was sitting in the corner with blood on his hands and shirt. He was holding a knife in his hand. I struck my pocket-knife, just in case. He was crying, and his head slowly turned up to me.

"Troy Stiff?" the man said. His voice was deep, but gentle.

"Y-Yes?" I replied.

"They all died. All of them," he said. He was crying even more now.

"Are you Henry?" I asked him. He slowly nodded.

"You came too late. I-I couldn't do anything. So I killed my family. He came. From nowhere. Like the devil. I tried to get him, but I couldn't. He killed my son. And he stabbed my wife in the stomach. I didn't want her to die in pain. So. I k-killed her." He said. He swept his tears away.

"I'm very sorry," I said to him. He got up and looked at me.

"Please, will you help me find him?" he asked. I nodded in agreement.

We agreed to go to the old cabin up the hill first and walked off. Henry had to change his bloody clothes first.

It took about ten minutes to get up the dusty hill, but we arrived eventually. The cabin was the very old and haunted type.

I opened the door and a stinky odor possessed my nose. I looked behind me in search of Henry. But he wasn't there. I was very confused. Where did he go? I had too many questions. Instead, I had to move on.

The wallpaper was smelly and so old, it was decayed and was falling off. I got my camcorder out and started recording. I recorded the old scary corridor and recorded my own message. I scribbled some stuff on my notepad too.

All of a sudden, I heard a menacing laugh. I knew who it was. I had to go on. I came here, And I wouldn't go without anything special. The maniac laugh struck again. I quickly turned around. Nothing. I sighed in relief. I turned along the corridor. I saw a man. It was him. It was Jeff the Killer.

"Stay away, you maniac!" I shouted. His head was down, and he held a sharp inched blade in his hand.

"You actually believed in Henry!" Jeff said. I was shocked. I was set up from the beginning. I couldn't believe it. Henry came out from the edge. He gave me a menacing look. Suddenly Jeff stabbed Henry in the stomach. He pierced his blade right through.

His guts and blood poured out. Henry fell to the ground. Jeff laughed manically again. I had to get out. I started to run. Faster and Faster. Running for my life. I dropped my camera and kept running. I could hear the laughs and they just crept into my head. I stopped. I didn't know where I was. The door was supposed to be right here. But no, it was gone!

I was sweating and breathing heavily. I panicked and looked around for another exit. I knew someone was behind me. I turned around and heard a laugh, and the last thing I heard before I passed out was "Go To Sleep".

The laughs were still in my head as I fell to the ground. I looked at my bloody hands and shut my eyes. The laughs still haunt me to this day.

This post has been edited one or more times, the last time was:
2012-05-28 21:09:26

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TheEpicOne (2013-01-04 02:40:44)

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very good

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Eridan (2013-01-07 21:48:31)

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Bump.

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