There have been rumors all over America for the past year about a serial killer named Jeff. A terrible maniac with a carved smile on his face, scorched eyelids and black hair like a crow's feather. now it was dark outside the window, you were trying to sleep, the moon illuminated the city and its light penetrated the room. Suddenly, the intercom rang. Your body is petrified and you, trembling in a cold sweat, go to the door. —sleep..go..to sleep..