Jeff By Jacob

The Haunted House As I carefully entered the haunted house, the door shut behind me and I looked back in shock to see what had closed it, but I found nothing. Realizing that I shouldn’t have been out so late at night, I decided the best idea was to leave. I reached for the door knob and tugging it trying to pull it open, I felt a sharp pain in my hand, and as I looked at my hand, it was a dark purple. It was numb. “What the…” I said in confusion.

A Voice..? I then panicked and tried everything I could to get it back to feeling, but it was no good. I called around the house in search for someone, anyone who could help the numbing, and as I was calling, I stopped. I had sworn I had heard a voice as I was calling for help, but it was probably just the haunting echoes of the ghostly voices as I entered the room.

Go to Sleep Before I went in the house, I remembered on the top story, the third one, there were a group of 2 windows, the only ones in the house. Realizing that it was my only chance to make it out, I turned on the flashlight I had on my phone with my only good hand. I looked around and saw a mirror, so I walked up to it to see if the house was really ‘haunted’, as my idea was to do, and I started to stare at it, and I waited and waited, but nothing. I shrugged and headed for the stairs that led to the second floor, then I heard a quiet whisper, “Go to sleep”…

The Hallway “Go to sleep?!” I thought, wondering what that meant. A threat? An offer? Neither? I headed up the stairs trying to get away from the room I heard the voice from. I quietly walked around the long hallway looking for the set of stairs for the third floor, but I could not find it. There were 5 rooms in total on the hallway, so I headed into the closest one, but realizing the risk, I walked in shaking. The room was empty, but there was an entrance to the attic, so I followed that.

Another Voice As I walked up, my right leg started numbing too. I did not know what was happening, and I fell down the stairs from the pain. I crawled up the stairs to get the windows, and the farther I went up, the more my other leg numbed. I got to the top, and I saw the window, at least 50 feet away. I pulled myself with across the floor, watching for any signs of the ghost, but as I got closer to the window, I heard “Yimmuro…”

Yimmuro Beninz “Just come out!” I yelled. “I mean no harm, I’m just going home!” I reached for the window and tried to pull it up, but it was sealed shut. I sat in fear beside it and waited for the voice to respond. I looked across the room. I saw a picture of this man who appeared to be missing an eye in a casket. It had a note that said “Yimmuro Beninz, 1784-1807. To be buried on the Boston Courtyard on November 31st, 1807.” I gasped in shock. “I’m not Yimmuro, I’m just going home, please let me go!” I begged.

Jeff the Killer “Oh Yimmuro, crazy Yimmuro…don’t you see…you are home!!!” The voice yelled. I pulled for the window more, and I couldn’t open it, so I used my last good hand to bust it open. Instead of opening, the glass floated up then stuck into my hand. I shrieked in pain and fought the invisible figure, until I saw a knife laying beside me, I quickly grabbed it and started stabbing at it. Instead it grabbed the knife, and it stopped and got up, and slowly appeared. “Nice try, but you only just found my knife, thank you…I am Jeff the Killer.” He stuck the knife into my neck. “Shh Yimmuro, your panic is no good…” he whispered. “Go to sleep….”

The End? (Happy Halloween)