"Go to sleep.." You hear from the corner of your room, it was 3 in the morning usually the time when scary stories like to make things go to shit, you rarely believed in that stuff you liked it for a good scare yeah, but you never thought it could happen to you.

"Go...to...sleep." the voice was raspy and it sounded strained. a pale figure stood in the corner of the room, a permanent smile carved into its face. you knew this as the creepypasta jeff the killer but what the hell was he doing in your room?