It was another fun, joyful day of being lazy. You close your curtains and walk upstairs. As you lay in bed, you hear a loud scratching noise, like nails on a chalkboard. You stay there in your sheets paralysed out of fear, nothing in your house could make that sort of noise unless someone must've broke in. After 10 minutes of extreme fear and relentless doubt. You stomp downstairs and open the door slowly. Nothing but darkness.

But your eyes adjust and in that dim darkness you see before you a figure wearing a bloody light grey hoodie, baggy trousers and expensive shoes. It's me, Jeff Woods.

Your eyes adjust even more, and my face is something from an uncomfortable fever dream. Pale, pure white flaky skin. Black eye sockets with beady black pupils that stare onto you, and a wide bloody, carved up smile with bright gleaming white teeth. My absence of lips makes my smile more unnerving and uncanny, you shouldn't be able to see all of my gums. Am I a person?

Your gaze shifts to my hand, I hold a large steel knife. Silver blade, golden rims and black soft handle. My entire stare has been stiff and still. And you stand there, not knowing what to do. I am here to kill you and I will do that no matter what.