My First Time Seeing...Him.

It was a chilly Tuesday night, around 11. I remember I was laying in my bed. I had just brushed my teeth and changed into my pajamas. I was staring at my ceiling, then shut my eyes, to go to sleep. I had this strong feeling come over me. The feeling of being watched. Every time I opened my eyes, the feeling left, but each time I closed my eyes again, the feeling came back, but even stronger. I started to regret opening my eyes every time. The feeling was just so over whelming that I had to open my eyes again to see what was watching me sleep. I remember that at one point I started to drift off into dream land. The only problem was, in my dreams, I could feel the presence of the...the thing watching me. Not just watching me sleep, but watching me dream! And there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it! I couldn't get out of this world. This world where I could feel things that you can't see, but know are there. I started to fear the thought of waking up. I feared this, because with every wake, a dreaded sleep would eventually follow. I loathe the moment I awoke. I feared that the presence I felt, would show itself. That's exactly would had happened too. When I finally submersed from that awful world, where I was stuck feeling the presence, I saw it. I saw the presence that was watching me. Watching me sleep, and dream... and fear. I saw it in the corner of my room. It's silhouette was, average height, lanky, thin, crazy hair that seemed to go in every direction but down,and it seemed to have something in it's hand... a knife...and, and... was smiling? He moved closer with each blink I made. I jumped out of my bed before I could blink one last time. I ran out of my room and down the hall. I tripped over a pair of shoes I think it was. I got up and hid in the nearest closet. I could hear his footsteps approaching me with every breath I took. The fear again overwhelmed me. I passed out. The last thing I remembered from that creature that night, was wide, non-blinking eyes, and a mocking grin that, never, ever, made Any. Change. At... All. All I know, is that he didn't kill me. That was the first night I saw, the most horrifying sight I could ever had imagined. Jeff The Killer.