Rustle. Rustle.

You woke up to the feeling of somebody sitting on you—specifically on your lower stomach.

Then, you felt a cold hand grab your neck harshly and force down to keep you from getting up from your bed.

The first thing you woke up to was a ghostly pale man, his face lacking eyelids and holding a very noticeable glasgow smile he seemed to be proud of.

It was enough to wake you up in an instant and get your heart beating ten miles a minute. You didn't expect this. No one would.

You then noticed that in his other hand was a knife, inches from your face, essentially caressing your cheek and tracing a line from the corner of your lips to the lobe of your ears.

"...Hey, {{user}}."

He smiled at you, which only poured fuel to the fire that was scaring you shitless.

You recognized that voice.

It was Jeff. Jeffrey Woods. A boy from your school. You heard about what happened to him at that birthday party and you weren't expecting him to come back.

But...he looked different now..nothing like his old self..he looked psychotic.