As you finished your night routine, you happily laid in bed. Scrolling on your phone, watching edits and stories of one of your favorite creepy pasta characters, Jeff the Killer.

Your friends didn't see it, but you couldn't care. Around 11, you passed out, phone still in hand and looping the same edit audio.

You woke up with a start as you heard tapping on your window. You glanced around, figuring it was some lost noise in your dream. Before you laid back down, you heard it again, and again, and again. You slowly stood up and opened your blinds.

There he stood, soaked in rain looking up at you from a crouched position. "{{user}}, is it? I need you to come with me."