Jeff The Killer (English version)

 

After weeks of unexplained murders, the unknown murderer still haunts this place. After the limited evidence found, a young woman says that survived one of the attacks of the alleged murderer. Courageously, he tells his story.

 

 

"I had a bad dream and woke up in the middle of the night," says the girl, "I saw that for some reason the window was open, but I remember that closed before going to bed. I got up and closed again . then I just got under the covers and tried to go back to sleep. That was when I had a strange feeling, as if someone was watching me. I looked up and almost jumped out of bed.
There, discovered by the small ray of light shone through the curtains, there was a pair of eyes. They were not normal eyes, but dark and sinister, black-rimmed. At that moment I saw her mouth. A broad smile, so horrendous that made all body hairs stand on end me. The figure stood there, watching me. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he spoke. He said something, a simple phrase, but such a way that only a madman could do:
"Go to sleep."

I let out a scream. He pulled a knife. His goal was my heart jumped into my bed, but I defended myself. I kicked, he dodged, then I fell down a coup and held me. That's when my father came.
The man threw his knife, as if responding to a reflex, that crossed my father's shoulder. I probably would have done with him if not for one of the neighbors alerted police, who had caught the intruder across the roof of our house.
Police descended from their patrol cars. Even I was shocked when I heard his footsteps on the front lawn: was very quiet and cautious, for some reason I would soon know. The man turned, while the front door cracked under the blows of the armed police, and fled down the hall. I heard a noise, as if he had broken a glass. When I left my room, I saw that the window was pointing towards the back of my house was broken. I saw him disappear into the distance.

I can assure you one thing: I will never forget that face, those cold eyes and that psychotic smile will never leave my head.
Police are still searching for this man. If you see someone who fits the description of the subject of this story, please contact your local police department. Now that you know a little about Jeff, surely you wonder why he does it. To find out, we'll have to go back a little further into the past.

 Jeff and his family had just moved into a new neighborhood. His father had gotten a promotion at work. He thought it would be better to live in one of those houses of "fantasy". However, Jeff and his brother Liu could not complain. While unpacked, one of his neighbors went through there, it was a relatively young woman.

 "Good morning, I'm Barbara, I live across the street, just wanted to introduce myself and my son," turns around and calls his son, "Billy, these are our new neighbors."

Billy said hello and ran back to play in his backyard.

"Well," began Jeff's mother, "I am Margaret, this is my husband Peter, here are my two sons, Jeff and Liu."

 

 Each was presented, Barbara invited to the birthday of his son. Jeff and his brother tried to protest, but her mother was delighted. When Barbara finally left, Jeff faced his mother.

"Mom, why a children's party? In case you have not noticed, I am no longer a child. "

"Jeff," replies her mother, "We just moved here, we must show that we spend time with our neighbors. We will go to that party."

 

 Jeff tried to protest but stopped, knowing he could do nothing. Whenever his mother said something, it was definitive. Jeff locks himself in his room and dropped onto his bed. He lies there looking at his ceiling, gradually invades a strange feeling. There is both a pain, but a strange feeling. And ignores confused with a feeling at random from those who persecute you when you experience a very profound question.

The next day, Jeff prepares for school. While sitting, eating his breakfast, again you have that feeling, louder this time. And he afflicted pain, like a slight tug, but again ignored.

Liu and he finished his breakfast and headed to the bus stop. While they waited, a boy riding a skateboard jump on them, just a few centimeters above her knees. Both were overwhelmed with surprise.

 

 "Hey! What the hell?"
The boy fell and turned toward them. He kicked the skateboard and bouncing this by one of their sides, with their hands held. The boy seems to have about twelve, Jeff lower that year. Aeropostal wearing a shirt and blue jeans torn something.
"Well, well, well. It seems we have some new meat."
Suddenly, two other boys appear. One of them is super slim and the other is huge.
"Well, since you are new here, I would like to introduce. The there is Keith and the other is Troy. And I'm Randy. Now, for all children in this neighborhood there is a small price for the ticket, if I they understand."
Liu stood up, ready to hit the boy, but his two friends up paths knives to him, offensive attitude.
"I expected them to be more cooperative. It seems we'll have to do it the hard way."
Keith punched him in the stomach to Liu, and Troy shook him to the floor. Randy came over to Liu, rummaging in his pockets and pulled out at last a wallet. Jeff, still, suffering that nasty, cold, bristling with unbearable burning sensation. Now it has been very powerful, too powerful. It stands, but Liu makes her gestures to return to sit on the bench waiting. Jeff ignores him and walks guys.
"Listen, little punk, give him back the wallet to my brother, otherwise ..."
Randy keeps the wallet in his pocket and pulls out his knife.
"Oh yeah? And what will you do?" He scoffs, while parading his knife against Jeff's face. But this, in one quick motion, Randy takes the doll and breaks. Randy let out a terrible cry; immediately, Jeff took the fallen knife. Troy and Keith were frightened, undecided before the cries of pain of their leader, and tried to flee, but Jeff is too fast. Randy throws down and lashes out at Keith, stabbing him in the arm.
Keith knife starts and drops it to the floor, falling to the ground amid horrific screams. Troy continues to run, but Jeff manages to reach it. You do not even need the knife. Squeezes her throat with the other hand and gives him full in the stomach a series of punches, forcing Troy to vomit even dinner last night. Liu is perplexed, dumbfounded.
"Jeff, how?" Whispers briefly.
They know they will be blamed for the whole thing, so they start to run as fast as they can. Meanwhile they run, twist sections their faces back and fail to see the bus driver ran to Randy and his cronies.
When Jeff and Liu arrived at school, they did not dare to tell what happened. All they do is sit and listen. Liu appeased thinking that his brother had just hit a few guys, but Jeff enjoyed the dark enjoyment to feel powerful, superior, the need to hurt for the pleasure of showing it.
When he came home, his parents asked him how was your day, what Jeff responded with a somewhat despondent voice:
"It was a wonderful day."
The next morning, he heard a knock at his door. He walked down to find two policemen at the door and his mother looking at him with angry expression.
"Jeff, these officers tell me that attacked three children, who was not a normal fight, the hurt with a knife."
Jeff's gaze was buried in the ground.
"Mom, it was they who attacked us Liu and me."
"Son", pronounced one of the policemen, "we found three boys, two stabbed and one has a bruise in the stomach, we have several witnesses who saw fleeing the scene. Now what you have to say to this? ".
Jeff knew it was useless. He could say that he and his brother had been attacked by them, but there was no evidence of that fact. I could not tell they were not running away, because in truth they did. So Jeff could not defend neither Liu nor excuse himself.
"Son, call your brother."
Jeff could not, because it was he who struck all children.
"Lord ... It was I," said Jeff, "I was the one who attacked children, Liu tried to stop but could not."
The policeman looked at his partner and both were surprised.
"Well, boy, it seems to expect a year in prison ..."
"Wait!" Shouted Liu. Everyone was surprised to see him holding a knife. The officers drew their weapons and pointed to Liu, "Wait please, do not shoot, Jeff is innocent I did everything, I lost control, hit me a bit these punks and I got angry. I have the scars to prove it."
He lifted his shirt to reveal wounds and bruises, as if he had been in a fight.
"Son, you just have to leave the knife," said the official.
Liu released the cuchill, raised his hands and approached the officers.
"No, Liu, it was me, I did it!" Jeff moaned with tears running down her face.
"Huh ?, poor brother, trying to take the blame for what I did," Liu smiled sadly.
The police took Liu to the patrol.
"Liu, tell them it was me, tell them I was the one who hit the kids!"
Jeff's mother put her hands on his shoulders.
"Jeff, please, you must not lie, we know it was Liu, can stop."
Jeff watches helplessly patrol away. A few minutes later, Jeff's father stops in the driveway, quickly looks at Jeff's face and know that something is wrong.
"What's going on?"
Jeff can not answer. Your vocal cords are strained by tears. Instead, Jeff's mother takes her father to a separate room. Jeff cries relentlessly. After an hour of stray thoughts and death wishes, reenters the house. His parents are sad and disappointed.
He just wants to sleep, hoping that sleep makes you forget their woes. Several days passed without news about Liu. There are no friends to distract, nothing but sadness and guilt; at least until Saturday, the day Jeff woke up and saw his mother jovial and smiling.
"Jeff, today is the day," salutes while opening the curtains and the light illuminates the room Jeff.
"What, what day is today?" Asks Jeff half asleep.
"Today is the birthday of Billy," his mother replied.
Jeff wakes up quickly.
"Mom, you must be kidding, right? How can you expect to go to a party after ..."
There is a long pause.
"Jeff, we both know what happened. I think this party might be what illuminates these last days. Now, get dressed."
Jeff's mother leaves the room and down to prepare. Jeff struggles to get up, not really in the mood to do so. Randomly choose a shirt and a pair of jeans and pants down the stairs. His mother and father were dressed very formally.
"Jeff, is that what you're going to use?"
"Better go and find something else," he recommends his mother, hiding his annoyance with a smile.
"Jeff, this party have to be well dressed, if you want to make a good impression," says his father.
Jeff begins to growl and back up to your room.
"I have nothing elegant clothes!" He shouts from the stairs.
"Just pick something decent," insists her mother.
He looks around, but finds nothing "decent". In his closet is a pair of black dress pants that had for special occasions, but he needs a shirt that combines perfectly.
Fumbling for a few minutes still dealing with that does fit and what not, manages to stumble upon a white hooded sweatshirt, lying on a chair. Convinces him, so use it.
"That's what you take it?" They ask their parents. His mother looks at the clock.
"Oooh, no time to change, come at once."
Cross the street to Bill's house. They knock on the door, being received in the act together by Barbara and her husband, who invite them to spend. Inside the house there are many adults, Jeff does not discover the slightest hint of a child.
"The kids are in the backyard, Jeff ... What do you think if you know some of the kids?" Barbara happily invited.
Indeed, children are running around the yard in suits cowboys and shoot each other with plastic guns. Jeff remains standing, somewhat uncomfortable. Then a guy comes up to him and hands him a toy gun and a hat.
"Hey, do not you want to play?"
"Ah, I do not think, that's for kids, I'm too old for this stuff."
The boy looks at him with an expression of touching puppy.
"By fa" he pleads.
"Okay," mutters Jeff. He puts his hat and pretend to shoot children. At first he thinks it's totally ridiculous, but then begins to feel that it's really fun. It may not be something super great, but it's the first time he has done something that is out of his mind to Liu.
So play with the kids for a while until he hears a sound like heavy and tiny wheels spinning on their axes. Then something hit him in the nose, like a stone. When it reacts, he is to Randy, Troy and Keith, all just jumped through the fence, swinging on their skateboards. Jeff drops the toy gun and takes off his hat. Randy stabs him in the eyes a look of burning hatred.
"Hello, Jeff, we have some unfinished business."
"I think we're even, after all, I beat you all ... They're shit!" Jeff snapped.
"Oh, no, no way. I'll kick your ass right now."
Randy pounces on Jeff. Both fall to the ground. Randy hit Jeff in the nose, and Jeff grabs him by the ears and gives him head butts. Then a strong push away. Children screamed, running to her parents, who were still inside the house. Troy and Keith guns unsheathed their pockets:
"It will be better than anyone stop us."
Randy pulls out a knife and stabs Jeff on his shoulder, who loses balance while trying to avoid the cold blade of the weapon. Randy was rushed with no time to breathe, covering her face kicking. Jeff did forces and took Randy foot, twisting in cold blood. While Randy squeals, curled, Jeff gets up and is about to retire as soon as possible. But then Troy's hand stopped him, grabbing his injured shoulder.
"I do not think so."
Take Jeff by the throat, while squeezing the wound in his shoulder, and throws it on the floor. When Jeff tries to stand up, gets a kick by Randy, downloaded more kicks until forced to spit blood.
"Come on, Jeffy, fight with me!"
Jeff grabs the arm and throws out of the yard, to the kitchen. Take a bottle of vodka, put on the table, and breaks the glass Jeff's head. "Fight!" Blares Randy, beside himself, pushing Jeff to the living room by dint of kicks and punches, "Come on, Jeff, look at me!".
Jeff looks up, with his face bloodied.
"I got your brother went to prison, and now you're just going to sit here and let it rot there for a whole year! You should be ashamed!"
Jeff begins to rise.
"Oh, finally! Looks like you already want to fight."
Jeff remains silent, blood and vodka dripping from his face. That strange feeling gnawing his heart, burning in his veins, that animal survival impulse that perverts who acquires the fire of the primitive madness.
"Finally, let's go, up!"
At that moment something happens inside Jeff. All pious thought dead, all rational repression has disappeared, except the desire for death, ability to engender pain for the pleasure of savoring the suffering of others. Even experiences a force, a powerful energy that feeds your muscles, pursing his brow and oppresses his brain full of adrenaline. No, no thoughts, there is even a word in his mind, only instincts, impulses as terrible and unfathomable nature. He raises his fist and knocks Randy, who has been off-guard, talking more. Instantaneously, within seconds, concentrating the force of his body in his fist and prints direct in the heart of the poor devil.
Randy pants, covered with profuse sweating, thrashing desperately. Blow after blow, Jeff tore his last breath.
Everyone is watching Jeff now. Parents, children crying, even Troy and Keith. Although these two tremble uncontrollably before his horrible look, they hold their weapons pointed at him. Jeff, fast, rushes on the stairs, while Troy and Keith opened fire to uselessly exhaust their bullets. Jeff locks herself in the bathroom. Take the small shelf where lie higüiénicos utensils, such as towel and toothbrush, and it starts from the wall.
Troy and Keith hit the bathroom door, struggling. Jeff then receives the shelf in the head, which plummets to Troy, knocking him unconscious. Keith, who is more agile, bends down and picks up momentum on his feet, dodging Jeff fists and holding it against the wall, plunging her nails into her throat. From the top of a top window, the bleach container staggered by the impact and ended up spilling. Both were burned, screaming wildly by the sting. Jeff wiped her eyes with the back of his sleeve and blind, Keith gave him a few blows to the skull with ripped shelf, which collected soil. While he bled slowly, Keith let out a sinister smile.
"What's so funny?" Asked Jeff, puzzled.
Keith pulled a lighter.
"What's funny," he said, while activated the device and the flame burned at the tip of the lighter, "it is that you're covered in bleach and alcohol." '
Keith threw the lighter on Jeff. As soon as the flame came into contact with him, he lit the spirit of vodka. Alcohol was burning ... The bleach will whiten skin ... Jeff let out a terrible cry, feeling faint pain. He ran down the corridor, desperate, screaming, and fell down the stairs. Everyone started screaming, terrified, trying to help the teenager in flames, almost dead, lying on the floor.
Jeff last thing he saw was his mother and the other parents trying to douse the flames. When he woke up, he had a cast wrapped around his face. I could not see anything, also he felt the weight of another plaster on his shoulder. He tried to get up but collapsed. He felt so weak and sickly ... A nurse rushed to help him.
"I do not think you can get out of bed yet," he said.
Jeff sat on his bed, confused. Finally, after a few hours, he heard his mother's voice.
"Honey, are you okay?"
Jeff could not answer, his face was covered by plaster: it was unable to speak.
"Honey, I have great news. After all witnesses told the police what happened at the party, they decided to release Liu. He will be here tomorrow. They get back together again."
Jeff almost leaps of joy that would have removed the tube connecting the arm to the serum. His mother hugged him and said goodbye. The following weeks I visited their relatives and, after a few months, the day came that his bandages were to be deployed. His family gathered to witness were removing the last bandage on his face.
"We hope the best," said the doctor.
He quickly pulled the last bandage, exposing the face of Jeff. Jeff's mother gave cries. Jeff noticed the frightened faces of Liu and his father
"What? What happened?" Jeff whispered.
He ran out of the bed and ran to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and saw the anguish of his mother and the fear of her father and brother. His face. His face is horrible, her lips burned, like a deep shade of red; the skin stretching over his face is white as snow, and his hair singed offers it the shriveled black who replaced his brown hair.
He ran a hand over his face. It felt like leather. He looked back to his family and then the mirror.
"Jeff," Liu sighed, "Not so bad ..."
"It Is not that bad?" Jeff muttered, "It's perfect!"
His family got completely surprised. Jeff started laughing uncontrollably, his parents noticed that his hands were shaking.
"Uh ... Jeff, are you okay?"
"Being well? I have never been happier! Ha Ha Ha Ha jaaaaaa, look at me, this face combines perfectly with me!"
I could not stop laughing. He stroked her face as she looked in the mirror. Why he behaved like that? You will remember that when Jeff feuded with Randy his mind was devastated by madness, one that slept in his spirit and rose infernal and demonic when his critical judgment could not be more dark instincts Jeff.
"Doctor," Jeff's mother asked, "Is my son ... Well, you know, in the head."
"Oh yes, this behavior is typical of patients who have had large amounts of pain relievers. If your behavior does not change in a few weeks, I bring it back here and we will make a psychological examination. ''
"Oh, thank you, doctor."
Jeff's mother came to this:
"Honey, it's time to go."
Jeff looks the other side of the mirror, his face still widens into a crazy smile.
"Oh mom, ha ha, jaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
His mother grabbed his shoulder and drove slowly to take his clothes.
"This is what I brought," he simply said the lady at the desk.
Black dress pants and white sweatshirt were free from traces of blood. Jeff's mother dressed him in a small room.
The evening twilight reddened the sky when the family of Jeff returned home, unaware that this would be his last day. Later, in the middle of the night, Jeff's mother woke up because of a sound from the bathroom. It seemed the noise of weeping and breathy sighs. Intrigued, he approached the bathroom and opened the door. The show was horrible.
Jeff had taken a knife and had carved a smile from ear to ear, streaming down her cheeks exaggerated.
"Jeff, q-what are you doing?"
Jeff looked at her mother.
"I could not keep smiling mom. It hurt a little, now I can smile forever. "
Jeff's mother noticed her eyes, surrounded by black, not even blinking.
"Jeff your eyes!"
"I could not see my face, I got tired and my eyes began to close, I burned my eyelids. Now I can always see ... my new face."
Jeff's mother backed away slowly.
"What about Mom? Am I not beautiful? "
"Yes, yes you are. D-let me go find dad so you can see your beautiful face."
She ran to the room and shook Jeff's father.
"My love, pulls out the gun ..." He stopped when he saw Jeff at the door with a knife.
"Mommy lied to me."
That's the last thing Jeff said, before launching against them with the butcher knife raised.
His brother Liu suddenly woke up with a nasty taste in the mouth and heart beating a mile a minute. He thought it was a matter of a bad dream, so he closed his eyes.
When he was on the verge of sinking into sleep, I had the strange feeling that someone was watching him. He looked up, but before he could say anything, Jeff's hand covered her mouth. Gradually, his own brother raised the knife, with the grim death in his eyes. Liu struggled to sit up, struggled and kicked, but oxygen was fleeing from his chest, choking. Jeff then whispered with a huge, twisted smile:
"Shhh go to sleep."