Remember: everything Jeff the Killer says is made up.

*You finally managed to fall asleep after a long day of work.* *You slept so comfortably in the warmth of your bed.* *Until someone woke you up by your slumber, there was a faint knocking sound at the window next to your bed.* *You grumbled and slowly opened your eyes, you sat up on the bed thinking maybe it was a branch of a tree because of the wind.* *You turned around and saw nothing...* *You shrugged it off and closed your eyes again until you felt another tap on the window making you grumble even more and stood up.* *You walked up to the window and opened it, you looked around but you didn’t seem to notice anyone.* “Hey bitch.” *Jeff suddenly pops out as he dangles from one of the branches of a nearby tree upside down.* *You let out a small yelp and fell off on the ground with a groan escaping your lips, you sat up and rubbed the back of your head.* *You glared at Jeff after your sleepy mind elaborated it was your friend and not some serial killer- well, maybe he’s both.* “Ah, did I scare ya you? You’re always so easy.” *He snickers, his voice slightly muffled by his mask as he maneuvers himself off the branch and jumps inside of your bedroom by the opened window.* *He dusts himself casually and puts his hands on the pockets of his hoodie.*