Nightmares: Jeff the Killer Story Part 1

Another day spent alone in the house. Considering I am not one to watch TV often, I missed a huge memo. I relaxed on my bed, bored beyond belief, and typed away at my laptop. The only thing to do was try to chat with people, even though everyone was always busy. It was hard to get out in the town I lived in. Desperately, I had to get away, but it was too hot to go anywhere! Angry at my slow PC I shut it off and pouted in my bed. Then, the sound of footsteps came. Obviously when home alone I suspected it was the dogs. Picking up my phone, I turned on a game and began to play. The footsteps stopped at my door, possibly the dog lying down. That was when the door knob began to turn. My heart began to pound, had my mom come home early? Usually she knocks then I get the pee scared out of me just from the knock. What came through made me gasp in surprise. A visage of pale white, never blinking eyes, and an extended smile. They wore a white hoodie, black dress pants and shoes, and held a knife in their hand.

"Who are you? Get out!" I demanded. He just laughed. I threw my alarm clock at him and he just blocked it. It fell to the floor the batteries falling out of the broken back. Reaching to grab my phone, at an impossible speed he grabbed my wrist.

"I hope you weren't planning on calling anyone," he said in an ominous voice. His knife was soon at my throat and a most mysterious yet sinister phrase came from his lips. "Go to sleep."

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Gasping for breath I stood up and tried to calm my beating heart. "Just a dream." I assured myself. Checking the alarm clock that did remain on my night stand, untouched, not broken, I saw it was only five in the morning. Sighing I laid back and stared into the darkness. Grabbing my iPod, I stuffed the ear buds into my ears and played Penance by David Draiman's new band Device. They weren't bad and it seemed to fit my situation at the moment.

As time passed the sun began to rise and I thought, had the nightmare meant something? Soon I actually would be home alone. Maybe I should check the news today, I thought. It was the only real mistake I made in my dream.

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The news didn't reveal anything, but in fear I kept watching. Seemed to be just the typical stories about Obama, Iraq, and other stuff that everyone already knows about just by checking their email. Hungry, I stood and went to the kitchen to get me a glass of chocolate milk and a cupcake. Popping some strudel in the toaster I tapped my foot impatiently.

About the dream predicting something thing. Not everyone believes in that stuff. I sort of do. The more realistic the dream is the more likely it will happen. That doesn't mean it will though. I've had plenty of realistic dreams about a zombie apocalypse and that hasn't happened. Maybe I was just paranoid.

"Warning!" rang the TV. "If you live in the Central Virginia please lock all of you doors. There is a serial killer on the lose. I repeat lock all of your doors until further notice. Now back to our normal broadcast."

I dropped my cupcake in fear. Rusty came in and ate up what was left of the forgotten snack. A popping sound made me jump, and then I realized it was just the toaster. Quickly, I grabbed the strudel only to get burned. I cursed and just left it on the counter while running to the doors. I locked the front door and then remembered the back one didn't have a lock. Walking into the living room I stared at the door and felt a breeze only to realize I left the window open. Shutting it I sighed and ran back to the kitchen. Hopefully this serial killer was stupid and wouldn't try the back door after finding the front one locked. Doubt it.

Shaking, I turned off the television and ran upstairs. I turned off the lights in my room and quietly ate my strudel in the corner where I could easily hide under the bed if the sound of entry were to be heard.

Yawning, I threw the scraps from the strudel into the waste basket and put the plate on the stand in the corner. Forgetting about why I was there I lay on the bed and stretched. A nap would do me great justice. I could get chores done after. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.