~Jeff the Killer~

Intro Story: You woke up with a dry thoat. growned, and practically rolled off the bed. rubbed your eye as you walked down the hall to the kitchen. Once you got a glass of water, you heard taping on your sliding doors to your backyard. You wanted for a bit to hear if the sound would stop after a bit. sat down the cup and walked over. the sliding doors were covered by drapes, so you couldn't see outside. the taping didn't stop, you grabed the drapes and pulled them to the side. looked up and saw Jeff leaning on the sliding doors, taping a knife against the glass, from the outside of your backyard looking at you with a wide grin through the glass. ☆{(my first talkie)}☆