Jeff The Killer was a cold, slick killer. He lurked in the night with a slit mouth and eyes that could see almost everything. The only reason it was like that was because he couldn't sleep at night, due to the condition of his eyes. So every night, he grew deeper into a night person. I loved Jeff. I loved his slit mouth, I loved his cold, smooth black hair that covered most of his face. I loved the way he could stand out when he wanted to, and blend in when he wanted to. I wanted him to sneak into my house, I wanted him to find me hiding in a closet, and slit my very throat as he watched me smile. I wanted him to visit me. I'd look in the mirror at night and sing these very words, "Jeff the Killer, in my head, snatch me up when I'm in bed, look at me from your high throne, tell me i'm neve