MAJOR CONSTRUCTION.
I deleted everything and made a new one. :)
why is this still so cringy
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Upon arriving to your house, after work, you were indescribably bored. You had done almost everything. You watched the television, going online to talk to some friends, or some relatives, and went to check out the Internet to see what's been happening. But after all these, nothing seemed to have sparked your interest.

Sighing, you went offline and clicked your phone shut. Deciding to actually do something productive, you grabbed your [favorite instrument] and started to play. It calms you down for a while, just swaying to the music you're creating. After a while, your arms get tired. You left your instrument, looking for anything interesting in your house.

Upon entering the kitchen, you shrugged with a smile.

Why not cook? You thought, and started getting out some ingredients.

"Wait..." You stopped for a while, searching the counter as if something was missing.

Finally, you realized something was missing. Groaning, you leaned on the counter, crossing your arms on your chest and glaring at the ingredients sprawled on the kitchen counter. What was missing, you wondered. After a while of thinking hard, you finally gave up. After all, you weren't hungry anyways.

You fixed everything and put them all back, and went back to the living room.

Bored to your mind yet again, you decided to call up your parents to see how they are doing. The phone was picked up on the second ring, and you smile when you were greeted warmly by your father. Probably because he was watching the television and happened to be close to the telephone.

"Hello?" You heard your father speak, and you smiled.

"Pa," You spoke, "How are you guys there?"

"Oh, _______! It's been so lonely without you-" then when you're about to reply, "Darling! It's ________ on the phone!"

You laughed as you hear shuffling and the squeaking noise of the sofa. That meant your mother was clearly there, and just to prove your assumptions, you heard a loud and happy voice.

"_______! We miss you so much here. When are you going to visit us? Jesus, just because you're becoming a woman doesn't mean you have to ignore us!"

You chuckled nervously. "Hey, mom. I'm doing so fine here. How are you guys?"

"Oh, honey. I'm sorry. It's great that you're fine and dandy there; we are too, but we miss you, honey."

Aw, you thought. You smiled as they start to rant about their new neighbors, and some turkey running around their streets. Somehow, with all those story telling, you get saddened. Ah, you really did miss your old hometown and parents. Maybe giving them a visit next month? That sounded good.

"______, we have to go now. Talk to you soon?"

You smiled and leaned back the couch. "See you soon."

You ended the call without ever hearing the reply, and giggled as you imagine their confused faces. Since it was still early to go to sleep, you decided to go out, and maybe eat out in a restaurant. Grabbing a jacket to fight off the cold from the outside, you walk towards the door until you heard a quiet thud from upstairs.

Maybe it's the neighbor's cat, you thought. Your neighbor's cat has been quite fond of this house, and has been going in without any permission. Deciding it was fine for the cat to stay here, you open the door but it stops you from going out when you heard a louder thud.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't the cat.

Quietly dashing in the kitchen, you grabbed a knife and start quietly stalking up the stairs. Who could have thought a burglar would come into your house? Well, your house was quiet and you were supposed to go out. Luckily you heard them.

When you arrived upstairs, the noise was coming from your room and you run towards it, slamming the door open to see no one. However, your window was open, and you were sure that you closed it when you went for work. Weirdly, there was a note taped to it.

Holding the knife tightly, you snatched the note from the window, closing it with the other hand.

You look nice in a coat, but I bet you'd look nicer with blood.

Suddenly, your blood ran cold and you locked the window. You ran down the stairs and grab your phone, quickly dialing the police's number.

All the while you were talking, your thoughts went back to the note crumpled in your hands. The police came in searching around the area but found no clues on who would have barged in your home. The only clues were the note and your messed up room.

"Are you sure this isn't a prank? Do you know any-"

You fixed up the crumpled note in your hand and shoved it in front of the officer's face with a big frown. "You really think any of my friends would do this?! They know not to mess with me! And, who the fuck goes through the window? My bedroom window and tape this? Are you calling me crazy?"

The officer is fazed by your outburst and quickly showed his apologies.

You glared at him and throw the note in your trashcan. After searching for hours, the police gave up and finally gave you some peace.

But you couldn't sleep there inside the house where a stranger practically barged in. Sighing, you went out the house and locked your door. You dialed your friend's number.

"______? It's late, what do you want?"

You rolled your eyes. "Nice hearing from you too. I'm doing fine."

"...what happened?"

Breathing in heavily, you closed your eyes. "Someone broke in the house. Can I sleep at yours?"

"Of course! I can come and get you right now, if you want? Actually, don't answer that. I'm getting ready. I'll be there at ten. See you."

"See you." You mumbled and quickly stayed away from the house. You waited in front of your neighbor's house and saw your friend's car arriving. You wave your hands in the air and the car stopped in front of you.

You silently went in the car, and the drive to her house was also quiet. You noticed your friend kept looking at you, occasionally opening and closing her mouth. You knew she wanted to say something.

"Are you okay?" Your friend quietly asked, not wanting to interrupt the silence.

You shrug, looking at your phone. "Just shaken up." You said, murmuring as you looked outside the door.

"Hey," your friend ruffled and messed up your hair, making you pout at her. "You'll be safe in my house. No worries."

You just nodded mutely.

++

After three days, you were back to your house but this time, (f/n) was staying with you.

"Ah, it's been a while since we've had a sleepover, huh?"

You smiled, bringing her bag up your room. "I've definitely missed staying up late with you. When I stay up late, it's always because of work."

(F/n) put her hand on her chest, cooing, "I'm so touched!" while you rolled your eyes at her reaction. When you arrived in your room, you stopped on your tracks. Your friend followed through and looked horrified.

Where were you? I missed you. was what it said in the note.

You two looked at each other, and (f/n) snatched the note and crumpled it.

She smiled as if nothing happened and asked, "You want ice cream?"

++

Two days later, there went any notes anymore, so you decided that it was okay already. (F/n) left, saying she'd drop by tomorrow to check up on you. Nodding, you waved goodbye at her as you watched her car disappear. Despite your nervousness about being alone again, you pushed it down and convinced yourself you were fine.

After dinner, you had a hard time sleeping, feeling that someone was watching you. You shut your eyes tightly, and thankfully, slept peacefully.

thud

You were woken up when you felt pressure on you and on your neck. Your eyes shot open and saw unblinking green eyes staring back at you.

"Your reactions are always cute." He murmured and you whimpered in fear, closing your eyes and hoping everything was dream. And hopefully the pressure on your neck wasn't a knife.

You heard him chuckle and leaned back, meaning that the knife was no longer at your neck.

Once again, you opened your eyes and stared at him in shock. "Y-You're..."

He raised an eyebrow, but never interrupted you.

"J-Jeff...the killer." You leaned back, a little happy that your voice was calm. He smiled-wait, he was always smiling, and you mentally face palmed yourself. "Y-You're real." Another reason to slap yourself.

He laughed and you felt embarrassed but at the same time, scared. "Yes, yes, I am real. Who would put those notes if I weren't real?"

The horrified look went back to your face as you shuffled away from him. He was the one who was barging in your house and leaving those notes. But why?

"Please don't kill me." You rushed your words, but was glad that he seemed to have caught on.

He smiled-he will always smile, why do you keep on forgetting that? "I have no plan on killing you." he said, showing teeth that matches his evil and bloody grin.

"Now go to sleep. I'll be back for you tomorrow night." He said, leaning to you as you closed your eyes.

"Go to sleep, _______."

Without any choices, you went back to sleep.