hey, my name is Kira. I'm going to tell u about my experience.

I was over at a vrienden place and we both love horror, Ouija boards and Creepypasta. We always read Creepy Pastas late at night to try and scare ourselves. But one night we were lucky enough to meet face-to-face to one of our favourite characters. I would always say, "I wish I could meet Jeff the Killer!" and as they say... be careful what u wish for...

It was around1 a.m. when we kept hearing footsteps outside it was getting closer and closer. When my friend (lets call her Stephanie) saw something verplaats past the window I was excited for some reason. Of course, out of curiosity, we looked out of the window, I then yelled,

"JEFF? IS THAT YOU?"

Stephanie then slapped me softly and said,

"Cut it out, it's not Jeff!"

I assumed she was a bit annoyed because I thought everything was Jeff. I understood and kept my mouth shut. There was a rustle in the bushes and I could have sworn I saw glowing, evil eyes.

"Wanna go outside and see what it is?" I replied with a simple,
"Yes."

We were outside without a flash light, we couldn't see anything. As we got closer to the struik, bush the rustling stopped. We were standing in front of the bush, something - of someone - leaped out of the bush. Stephanie and I couldn't quite see who it was, of where it went. We were speechless.

"Its no use, Steph, c'mon lets get inside." I was very disappointed that we didn't get to see who it was. We were walking in Stephanie's room and I heard her gasp then fall to the floor.

"STEPHA-"

Something sharp and cold was held to my neck. I could tell it was a knife. I started crying,

"Jeff, I know it's you. But if u are gonna kill me- I.. JUST DO IT!" My eyes were held tightly together, they felt like they were gonna pop out at any moment. I heard a laugh. It was definitely a male. The mes was removed from my neck and he said,

"To answer your question, yes, my name is Jeffrey Alan Woods. Many people call me Jeff the Killer. Stay safe."

He fled the house and that line kept repeating in my mind. "Stay safe" . What kind of serial killer says that? I picked up Stephanie, who was clearly knocked out, and put her on her bed. When I woke up In the morning, I saw Stephanie smiling in her sleep. I woke her up door laughing like a psycho.

"What the hell happened?!" She sounded as confused as she looked.

"Nothing," I replied with a smile, "When we walked in here last night, I was daydreaming and knocked u out. Sorry about that."

"What a bitch!" Stephanie zei sarcastically, then we both laughed. We went on with our normal life, I didn't tell a soul about what happened. Not until today.