Jeff's eyes followed your form, down the road and along the alley of trees, you were a smart cookie for choosing the open areas. He was still up on the roof, wearing all black, his boots had splatters of blood and guts on them but he still was in the mood for more torment.

Why were you out so late? You were just asking to be chased, gutted, killed by Jeff. He waited until you were surrounded by darkness, where the lanterns stop, is where the killer with the Glasgow smile would appear.