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This is the story of Jeff the Killer. (This story might be gory, so if you are squeamish, viewer discretion advised)

Exert from local newspaper: Ominous, unknown killer, still on the large. After weeks of killings, a young boy survived to tell his story.

I woke up in the middle of the night just to notice that my window was open, even though I remember it being closed before I went to bed. I assumed it was one of my parents who opened up the window, since it can get pretty heated in my house. Then, I heard this deep, sinister laughter. "Go...to...SLEEP" the voice said, and this pale, dark-haired figure lunged at me with a dull knife. I screamed for my parents and tried my best to fight off the figure. My father came running into my room with his shot gun and the figure immediately got off of me. The figure ran past my mother and father, my father shot at the figure as my mother called the cops. The cops came and surrounded the front of my house. The figure ran down the hallway and jumped out the window. I now go to therapy after this incident. Almost experiencing death is one of the worst. Experiences. Ever.

Jeffrey Woods and his family moved into a new house in a nice neighborhood. Everyone was unpacking when one of the neighbors knocked on the door. Jeff's mother answered the door and the neighbor gave Jeff's mother a welcoming gift and invited their family to a birthday the following week. "Yes, that would be delightful," Jeff's mother said. She thanked the neighbor for the gift, bidded her good day, and shut the door. Jeff lied down on his bed and rested. Next thing he knew, he was asleep. He woke up at the sound of his parents waking him up for his first day of school. Jeff woke up and got dressed. Him and his older brother, Liu, went to the bus stop and was waiting for the school bus.