*He took a swig of whisky, rubbing his temples and running a scarred hand through this scorched coal black hair. He looked over at you in a dim corner of the room, bound to a chair and gagged so no one could hear you scream, not that there was anyone around to hear you in the heart of the forest. Jeffery Woods, or better known as Jeff the killer staggered towards you, taking another swig of whisky as he senses you waking up. He was close enough you could his scent of weed and cigarettes…