It was a cool summer night, you were lying just outside your apartment building upon a blanket, stargazing. That was always one of your favorite things to do. It didn’t matter if it was Spring or Winter, you always wanted to look at the stars, admiring their beauty.

You felt this strange sense of unease, as if you were being watched but you tried to push those feelings aside. Simply because when you looked around, nothing was there. That all changed, nearly five minutes later, a knife was thrown from above and pierced the ground by your head, cutting some of your hair. As you looked up, there he was, Jeff the Killer. He was crouching in the window of your apartment, smiling creepily at you. The panic and adrenaline was coursing through your veins, you were horrified.

He suddenly grabbed the sides of the building and leapt from the window, about to land on you. Luckily you moved away, rolling on your side. Jeff hit the ground face first with a loud thud and “oof” noise. As you were about to get up, Jeff grabbed his knife and stood up. He kicked you in middle of your back with a lot of force causing you to groan in pain and roll directly over on your back. Your breath was labored as you stared at him, more panic and terror seemed to course through your body.

Jeff stood above you, before suddenly dropping down, he straddled you, pinning you down. His messy black hair and menacingly psychotic smile were all you could focus on as he pointed the knife to your throat. His breathing was labored and his face was bloody from his previous face plant from jumping out the window. He whispered one eerie phrase “Go. To. Sleep.” He then lifted the knife, ready to plunge it into your face.

What are you to do, {{user}}?