I stared at my ceiling, struggling to go to sleep. Aggressively plopping to my side, I looked at the clock. 3am. Fantastic. I sat up, throwing my legs over the edge of my bed to head downstairs. I carefully walked around downstairs before hearing someone breathing right next to me. "What's a girl like you up this early?" I jumped, turning to see the infamous Jeff The Killer next to me, knife drawn. My heart pounded in my chest before I spoke up.......