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This chapter contains vulgar language, Be prepared!

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You were staring out of the window from the comfortable place on the bed. You had covered yourself with the sheets as the moonlight caressed your cheek; you were still waiting for Jeff to come back from his trip. Well, you weren't exactly waiting for him, but any distraction was welcome now.

You had collapsed against the wall, crying and feeling disgusted, scared and totally exhausted. You didn't care if anyone would hear you, you didn't care if Jeff would come back and would see you like this. After a while of sorrow, you decided to continue on under the warm blankets of the bed. You were so extremely tired, but couldn't find sleep at all.

Everything seemed so pointless now. As if whatever you decided to do was completely useless. You felt powerless. You hadn't seen your friends and with every second passing you began to doubt if they indeed were still alive. You wanted to know, you wanted to get out there and search for them...

But what point was there to it? For all you know they could've been killed a long time ago, for all you know they could be held anywhere in this gigantic mansion. For all you know, everything which keeps you walking, which keeps you determined to get out of here... Is gone.

This uncertainty is killing you and it was constantly crawling its way back up into your mind, keeping you occupied with thinking every scenario through. It was horrible but above all completely draining you from any energy you had left.

After the chase and fight with Jeff, dark thoughts began to cloud your judgment, making you think things which you had never even thought of before. You knew you were slowly slipping away, being surrounded by darkness and dread fueled your fears and worries even more.

The shadow creatures were engulfing you in their blanket of depression and the light which you were reaching for slowly faded away little by little. You knew damn well what that light was representing.

Friends.

What if your friends are dead? What are you going to do then? Still try to escape? But for what purpose? You'd rather die than to live on together with the killer of your loved ones, you'd rather throw yourself into the arms of the devil instead of staying here one more minute when your friends would be gone.

Oh god, your friends. You missed them. You missed them so fucking much.

You really wanted to go now, search the basements for those girls and above all give Lola a proper grave. She didn't deserve to die like that and she absolutely didn't deserve to rest like that, her body being shattered across the floor while her soul is denied permission to go to the afterlife.

Your gaze shifted from the window towards the door. Jeff had locked it behind him of course after he had left so suddenly. He isn't stupid and he knows that you will always try to escape. Oh, how lovely that word sounds... Escape.

Escape from this hellhole, escape from this life and escape from Jeff.

Right at that moment you were rudely interrupted by a tingling sound. A key was inserted into the keyhole and unlocking the door. Damnit, Jeff was back. You kept your gaze locked on the door as it slowly opened. Your eyes then immediately met Jeff's lidless ones as he almost silently stepped inside.

What would he think when seeing you like this? Man, I did a good job? I feel bad for her? You couldn't read it, because he showed no emotions. His hoody was stained with fresh blood, the red liquid glistening in the moonlight just like his knife was.

You didn't know what to say. He had closed the door behind him without even turning around, never breaking eye contact with you. The silence was sneering through the small room, filling the space with an eerie and awkward feeling. Was he still angry at you? He still didn't speak or made a move, he just stood there.

You didn't dare to move either, breathe or even make a sound. It felt as if you were in a room with motion sensors. One wrong movement could end in your death as the laser would burn you immediately. His eyes... Why was he staring at you like that?

Then he finally stepped to the right, his head turning the other way as he walked over to one of the small cabinets. He searched through it for a while, not even giving you a glance or anything which acknowledges your existence. He was purposely ignoring you?

You didn't know why, but you had the feeling that you needed to say something, anything. He was clearly not over the whole thing yet. You couldn't live with this. You knew damn well that the only reason you were still alive was because Jeff took some sort of liking towards you.

If this 'affection' towards you would disappear then your fate would be sealed. You hated him, but you still had to live with him. This silence... The way he ignores you is even worse than when he sneers you off. It makes you feel as if he's up to something, as if he would suddenly grab his knife and slit your throat.

You wanted it to stop, you couldn't think with this silence and him being around like this. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out, only small, soft gaps of air.

"Je-"

"I want you to see something." You immediately closed your mouth again as Jeff spoke. His gaze was still focused on the cabinet but he was clearly talking to you. Confusion washed over you as you recalled what he had said. 'I want you to see something?'

He then turned towards you, the moonlight reflecting his shadow on the wall ten times scarier and bigger than Jeff actually was. He stared at you with some sort of demanding look, the knife still clutched tightly into his right hand. His left hand slowly raised into the air before he made a subtle movement with his fingers.

He wanted you to come to him.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you only stared at Jeff. Oh my, what in the world does he have planned? That look in his eyes... It's different. And not good at all. A feeling of nausea overwhelmed you as you only stared at the smiley killer.

He on the other hand grew impatient, lifting his fingers yet again and this time faster. You got the hint. You slowly moved over to the edge of the bed before you stepped out of the bed carefully. Jeff then walked over to the door, stopping in front of it.

He was going to take you out again? You thought that after that 'incident' he would never ever let you leave this room ever again. But he was standing in front of that door. Was this again some sort of trick to lure you? Was he going to take you to one of your friends?

The images of Lola's deformed body began to flash in front of your eyes again. No, please you didn't want to see any of that ever again. Was he going to punish you for not listening to him? For talking against him? What in the world is he going to do to you?

A low whistle pulled you from your thoughts as Jeff stood in front of the door impatiently. You realized you were still in front of the bed, merely a few steps away from Jeff, but still.

"I don't have all day, sweetcheeks." His gruff voice spoke as his hand was almost on the handle. You slowly moved forwards, walking towards Jeff who now had opened the door and walked outside. The light of the corridor filled the room but it felt wrong.

It wasn't the good light. It wasn't the comforting light. It was light you saw when walking into a hospital... Or mental institution. Not the natural, good light home had. You bit your lip softly as you followed Jeff outside, closing the door behind you.

He again moved towards the old door in the back of the corridor. Oh no, you were going down there again? You were going into the basement? No, he could still take you anywhere. There are tons of doors on the first floor and after E.J. chased you, he wouldn't bring you back down there...

Would he?

You only followed the killer silently, still pondering over what he was planning. Last time you were walking through these corridors it didn't end well. Correct that, every time you walked through this corridor it didn't end well. It was a sign that something bad is bound to happen!

Jeff opened the door to the rusty, old staircase and descended down. You began to feel more and more nervous with each step you took. Your stomach turning like a vending machine as you couldn't stop shaking from both fear and anxiety.

Once down he again opened the door and stepped into yet another corridor. Your eyes immediately fixed on the small door leading to the place which had brought you nothing but sadness, worry and fear. He was walking towards it. He was walking towards it.

He is walking towards it.

Your breath immediately got stuck in your windpipe as you had clutched your chest. A sudden wave of panic washed over you as Jeff walked closer and closer to the door. A breathless, high pitched:

"Jeff." Escaped your throat as you couldn't stop looking at the door. He only glanced over his shoulder towards you, an angry glare and a sneer:

"Shut up." Was all you got before he grabbed the handle. Oh please, please, please. You wanted to burst into tears immediately as the door opened and revealed the dark, outstretched corridor. He descended down the stairs, you following closely behind him.

No way that he was going to let you roam here all alone again. What did he want to show you? What in the world was so important about this thing? He walked further, passing the way to the underground maze and walking straight forward.

You couldn't help but to let out a small sigh of relief. He wasn't going in there... Thank the lord above. But the danger still wasn't gone yet. Oh no, torture lies in between these walls. Was he going to show you yet another dead friend? Would he be so cruel?

That was an easy question. Jeff wouldn't back down for anything. He doesn't feel sympathy as he said so himself. He is a cold, ruthless killer with nothing to lose. Everything he once had already has been lost. He continued walking, passing a few doors.

That is until he stopped right in front of one door. He then looked at you, back to the door and back to you. Oh no, you were NOT going to open that door! The last time you found something extremely horrible in there and you weren't planning on finding something like that ever again.

However Jeff had whole other thoughts because he then pointed at the door, growling a soft:

"Open it." You stared at him with wide eyes before staring at the handle. No, you didn't want to know what was in there... Or did you? No, after his angry outburst it was bound to be something bad. You didn't want to open this door.

"Jeff I'm sor-"

"Just fucking open it already." Your cut off apology only fueled his anger more as he once again pointed at the door. You gulped, your shaking hand slowly going to the handle as tons of thoughts sneered through you mind. What was in there?

You pulled the handle down; you had clenched it so tightly that your hand almost hurt. You breathing became heavy as you glanced at Jeff one more time. He was looking at you with a straight, almost annoyed face but you were sure that he was grinning before you looked at him.

Or it was just his face.

You pushed the door open ever so slowly, trying to peek inside the dark room. You saw nothing but pitch black nothingness. You opened the door further, preparing yourself for the smell of cockroaches and deceased flesh. But even with one step inside of the room it didn't smell that bad.

You now opened the door completely and before you could search for a light shift you heard a soft, melodic and above all comforting:

"H-Hello?"

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Oh no, who is that?!

Again a new chapter! Hope you like this one, because I finally know where I'm going again. Especially because of my exams, my muse was really low but not only because of the exams. I have a whole plot planned out with one big red line of events. However in order to keep the story real and making sense I have to work up to those events instead of just plopping them down (for example when the reader got chased by E.J. I knew that I wanted to do that, but why? And where would that be? Where is Jeff?) I have something really cool planned but I didn't know how to work up to that event but now I finally have ideas for it. It makes writing a lot easier and fun!

Also I have a less great announcement to make:

In about a week I will be gone on a vacation. This isn't so bad however the place where I will go doesn't have any wifi. I also don't have anything to help me write. (I usually write on my laptop because I have a really old cellphone and pencil and paper takes too long.)

So, the thing I want to say is that you guys get one update after this one before I will be gone on a break for three whole weeks. In the next update I'll tell more about it and when I plan to update again. I just want to say that under whatever circumstances I will NOT update for three whole weeks after one last update.

I will continue on with the story though!

I hope you guys enjoyed this update, leave a comment, critique or feedback and I'll try to respond to everything.

Stay awesome!