Jeff the Killer pov.

It's Wednesday I left a note on Dark's door before leaving. I look at the light foot prints the lead to a broken down green house. I find a few scraps of food in the far corner. Someone was here, most likely our intruder. Regardless of who it was they left in a hurry. The place is on private property because it's due to be destroyed in a month, the government hasn't told the public yet as no even comes here to begin with, so why bother. I only know because BEN left his phone out and it hadn't locked yet so I read everything I could before he came back, he didn't care that I read most of his notes, it wasn't anything dirty he hides those, I still know where they are.

I walk around the smell of blood told me our intruder was the one here. The scraps of food and few stains, no sign of struggle. No reason I brought that last point out was because I found a bottle of drugs, the drug was what I call a knock out drug. I know this because Laughing Jack always leaves his out. The crack lid said it was dropped, as whoever dropped it didn't hear it. I leave pulling my black jacket's hood up, I had to change not to be noticed. I walk past the dozens of people to find any hints to the trail.

I never found the trail so I went back to looking around the surrounding areas, starting with south going into the west and so on. I made the mistake of thinking he'd avoid our woods but I found the fate stench of ancient blood, in an abandoned house right outside the city. I hear a light humming, it was familiar. I couldn't place where I heard it or who, I know it's from before I went insane. I found comfort in the sound. I pick the lock, the cost of being quiet being the passing of time. Normally I would just break the lock, because it wouldn't matter if they heard me, but I was supposed to knock him out and being him to the mansion or call Slendy. Opening the door it creaked, the humming stopped for a moment. I heard the male's foot steps coming in a run, I roll my eyes hiding under the steps, everyone looks in the bushes and around the corner, etc, but never the steps it takes to much time and noise.

The male runs out knife in hand the wooden steps blocked him view of me, but allowed me a clear view. The teenager must have forgotten that he locked the door and muttered "Damn wind, interrupting my conversation." what the Hell is he talking about, is he a schizophrenic, or does he suffer from multiple personality disorder? He turned around and... it can't be, I thought I killed him!