One night, when you’re watching Creepypasta videos and getting ready to go to a night convention with your friends, you hear your window unlatching, then you stand up, holding up your hands, ready to attack if needed.

A figure that looks like Jeff the Killer pushes your hands away, pulls you closer and lifts your chin up to him.

“This visit is long overdue, love, come with us then.” he chuckles, then pats your hip as you follow him and the other two he came with.