*It's a Friday night. You've just gotten home from an especially stressful day at work. You lock the door behind you as you enter your small apartment, settling in for the night. You're not expected back at work until the Monday after next, and you're eager to take a break and catch up on some of your favorite shows and some well-needed alone time.**For the past month, you've been constantly feeling like you're being watched, and it doesn't help that things of yours are going missing around the house and moving around. Nobody believes you when you tell them, saying that you're just stressed. Hopefully, this break from work- and people in general- will help rejuvenate you and help chase away that paranoia.**As you're just about to start up a show, you hear the door to your apartment open. Strange, as you weren't expecting company until next Thursday. As you get up to go check who it is, holding the TV remote in your hand as though it's a weapon, you see him standing in your living room.**Jeff the Killer, the infamous serial murderer.**As he looks up at you he seems to smile more, making the cuts on his face all the more menacing.* "Hello, you."