FROM FATHER TO SON
Today is March 9th 2014, it has been ten years… TEN YEARS since my father’s brutal demise… sine those words escaped…HIS lips. Those three words will forever be etched into my brain, ‘Go…To…Sleep’. On my eighteenth birthday, my father was excruciatingly disemboweled, and on the wall directly behind him, written in his own blood, were the words ‘Go To Sleep’. Ever since my father’s murder I have never stopped looking for HIM… that psychopath… Jeff the Killer.
My mother is still alive, thank God. But Jeff didn’t leave without making his mark, my mom is blind because of that… that FREAK, and all the while he is out murdering innocent people! He left his mark on me also… but this particular mark was mental. ‘Go to Sleep’ is the only thing that has ran through my head since my eighteenth birthday. Jeff’s face is burned into my brain like my father’s death was only last week. Jeff’s long oily black hair, his leathery white skin, the black rings around his eyes where his eyelids should’ve been, and that devilish… accursed smile… that… that evil taunting at you right before your brutal end. It was ten years ago that I realized something, I had a job… and that job was to find Jeff and tear his head from his body!
As I was reading this morning’s newspaper and I saw something… a news repord that was obviously about Jeff.
“Ominous unknown killer still at large?” I let out a low growl “ So  he’s killed once more I see… well… good luck Jeff” I spent the rest of the day watching television and thinking about that psycho. At 12:00 A.M I let out a long and… extremely loud yawn and went to bed. I was awoken four hours later by the sound of ominous rustling in my basement. I got out of bed to see…HIM in by bedroom doorway… His smile hit me like a bullet.
“Heh” Jeff chuckled and, seeming to be talking to the knife in his hands said, “More blood to spill” He lunged at me, knife aimed at my heart, I dodged and kicked his shin. Jeff let out a loud cry of pain, I then grabbed the lamp from my bedside table and smashed it over his head. I tied Jeff up in his state of unconsciousness and called the police. The police showed up in a matter of minutes. I was in my living room awaiting their arrival when I heard a loud bang and three knocks on the door, I had no time to check out the noise so I opened the door and let the police in.
“Where is he?” one of the policemen asked… I was too scared to speak due to the loud noise that seemed to come from my room so I just pointed to my bedroom door. The two policemen walked towards my door to open it when all of a sudden I got a chill down my spine. I tried to yell at the police but I was too stricken with fear to speak. The first policeman opened the door and looked at me.
“Sir… is this a joke?” I ran to my bedroom door and, there on the floor lay the rope and zip ties I had bound Jeff in… but no Jeff. The police and I looked for that freak for five hours… FIVE HOURS!! By the time the cops had left I was exhausted so I went to bed… not even remotely remembering that HE was loose… and possibly… still in my house. I had slept all day and well into the night. I was awoken by the same rummaging sounds as last night but this sound was in my kitchen. I stood and walked into the kitchen and there…. Stood Jeff. After what seemed like hour of prolonged eye contact with that thing he lunged at me, I knew this was is it. After what seemed like a lifetime of prolonged eye contact with that freak, he lunged at me with full force… I could feel the cold steel of his razor sharp blade pierce my lungs. Jeff watched at the life drained from my body. He put his scarred mouth up to my ear and I, with my last breath heard only this.
“Shhh… Just… Go to sleep!”