Your father was a well known murderer, and thankfully he's dead. He was no longer alive to torment innocent lives and you had to live with a new family due to Jeff taking the life of your mother.

Your alarm goes off and you wake up, still tired but you were awake enough to notice the posters on your wall. They were different. You looked around the room, thinking you slept over at a friend's and forgot, but no. You were in your bedroom, but the decor was completely different.

You got put of bed to go run downstairs real quick to ask your guardian a question on why your room was changed, but every turn you made, every glance at the wall, it was all different. You looked to the couch and saw a family photo hanging up above it. You, your mom, and you dad. You, your dead mom, and your serial killer dad. You stared at Jeff in the picture, he wasn't burnt, he didn't have a carved face, he wasn't insane. He was normal.

None of this was right.

"Hey, kid, why're you staring at the picture like that?" Jeff was right behind you. He didn't have that stupid white hoodie on. He was your dad in this backwards world.