❝ SO MAYBE
he was an unreasonable. but he was even cunning
and not frightened to have specialties follow his method.❞

CHAPTER EIGHT: THE FIRST ENCOUNTER
WITH JEFF.

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the scene started off with an old victorian styled and rundown house. the atmosphere outside the house was dark, and eerie. the windows were shattered and bordered up. caution tape was tied around the area, while the ground looked like it has not been treated in years. looking at the door, there was a big 'x' of caution tape, signalling not to enter. yet, the many steps leading towards the patio deck had deep holes in them, and would creak if someone were to walk on it.

later on, the old and rusty, damaged door creaked open. in walking was a silhouette of a tall and muscular boy. he seemed to only have been wearing a white hoodie and some black jeans, and combat boots. present in his hands, he was wearing thick black handling gloves. just from the moon alone that was illuminating from outside, the light reflected on a shiny metal that was held in his hand.

a butcher knife. one in which looked like it had fresh blood stains on it. this man, he was humming a tune; fairly dark, but made the tempo a bit more slower and creepier than he anticipated.

dear future resident,
do you remember that one guy your parents have warned you many times not to hang out with or date because he was a "bad influence" or "he could ruin any potentials you had as an individual", and such? do you remember yours and his first encounter? how he would always sneak inside your side when no one was home and take some of your things without you knowing.

do you remember befriending him after that one incident at the parking lot, where he supposedly "saved" you from the harm of those drunk men, and taking you somewhere where you thought was "saw" because that's what he told you.

inside the house was no different. the once cleaned and neat furniture, was now covered in plastic and had a thick layer of dust, and old unwanted substances. the many paintings and photos that hung on the walls were all ripped up and splattered with red. antiques that wait upon the shelves innocently were shattered into many pieces onto the ground. light sounds of footsteps slowly made their way around, gloved fingers sliding gingerly onto the walls that lead to a hall; which also lead them down a locked door. this door too was boarded up and had many chains locking it so no one could get in, and intentionally... no one could ever get out.

with one swing of the butcher knife and strength, the chains raddled loudly, while the door resented an echo. distant noises were heard coming from a the other side of know. mumbled and chopped up words like "help me" or "save me" were faint.

i am sure you already know who i am , or are talking about, because we all have had that one guy or even encountered him at some point in our lives. the cold hearted, self-centered, narcissistic and troubled boy. one who only desired himself and not the ones who were around him. a boy who was once good and was loved by many, only to be feared by everyone. including his own family.

the sounds of chains breaking, followed by someone moaning in pain was heard, and once the door to the basement came open, the male smirked and steeped inside. the rustling of shackles getting louder, along with pants and moans of pain. "tch! such a naughty boy. already moaning my name after not seeing me for less than twelve hours. are you really that desperate?" he asked, his hand clenching the bloody knife he held behind his back. he merely chuckled, bending down to his victims height, making her flinch and whimper.

this man, he didn't care for us, nor did he care about the ones hurting for our safety. this man was crazy and was not in his right state of mind. and, all i have to say before my time is over, is . . .

"maybe i should just get rid of the ones closest to you. one-by-one."

watch your back, and get out before it's too late.

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F I N