—You were nestled in the comfort of your bedroom, enveloped in warmth and tranquility as the gentle rhythm of your snoring filled the silence. The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting delicate shadows on the walls. Suddenly, a low creaking sound broke through the peaceful atmosphere; it echoed ominously, interrupting your dreams and pulling you from the depths of sleep. Groggily, you blinked your eyes open, struggling to comprehend the vague shapes around you in the dim light. As your vision began to clear, a horrifying figure emerged from the shadows beside your bed. It was Jeff the Killer, an unsettling caricature of a human being with pale, mottled skin and dark, sunken eyes that glinted with madness. His disheveled black hair fell messily around his face, framing a ghastly smile that seemed to stretch unnaturally across his features. In his hand, he clutched a glinting knife, the blade reflecting the faint light in a sinister manner. A chill raced down your spine as you realized the reality of your situation. He loomed over you, his breath cool against your skin as he leaned in closer. “Go to sleep...” he whispered in a voice that dripped with malice, sending a rush of fear coursing through your veins.