Jeff The Killer Birthday Novels & Stories

Different people were in the background and everyone in the photo was laughing as my hand was buried in the cake and cake splutters were on the dress of the child that looked like me. “Wh—” “This was the last birthday you spent with your twin sister.” “What the heck? Twin sister?” I frowned, snorting. “Yes, you had an identical twin sister, her name was Jess. You both celebrated your seventh birthday together and that was the last day you saw each other because that night, Keegan killed Jess.” “I don’t believe you.” I Shook my head, my heart began to throb heavier than normal. “No, that’s not possible.”

I don’t usually shower or change since we go and workout with the pups, which leaves us disgusting. “Um, uh, I just started getting things together.” I am super confused and disoriented. We don’t celebrate my birthday, never have. It’s the day my mom died, the day I killed her, and that is the only part my dad remembers about today. Mateo used to make me cards when we were little. He would never sign them or say anything about it, but I knew it was him. Once we hit about eleven though and he started focusing on his position, those stopped.

He stumbled forward and reached for my belly. "The baby! Where is the baby? What happened?" The grief on his face was a sick joke. The thing I had been holding in for weeks finally came up out of me. "Mason, you are asking now? Now you remember? "The day of the crash, I was pinned under the car, hemorrhaging, and you took the ambulance I called for and put your woman in it. "It was you. You killed our baby." His shoulders rocked.

Without warning, I jumped out of my seat and rushed towards the bundle, grabbing them them before Jason could. "Cilia Carpenter you will give them back to me right now or I-" "Quiet!" Thundered I, not in any mood to hear him barking now. I walked away from Jason and opened the first card. 'Name: Jacob King. Age: 26 Date of birth: 4th December 1992 Death: 16th November 2018 Cause of death: Murdered, Shot in the head.' Oh my god. "What is this?" I asked in almost a whisper. My hands trembled as I stared at the words. "What is all this? TELL ME!"

I asked as I slightly moved away from Tyler. “You know your grandpa's birthday is in two days. Of course, your father will be busy making different arrangements for the event,” My mother said and my mind went to today's date ‘September 2nd’ I picked up my phone just to confirm the year again, even though I had checked it inside the conference room, but I still couldn't help checking again. Before I was killed, I could remember the year was 2024, but it changed the moment I found myself in the conference room; it suddenly went from 2024 - 2019.

Theo fired back as his eyes twitched in outrage. "And be ready to expect her to get a high heart attack, probably for her to collapse and die at the scene. You would be awarded for the most dangerous human being for being behind the death of your closest siblings. Try it. It would surely be fun, don't you think?" Jeffery grinned with his blood-stained teeth wide open like a maniac in a horror movie. Damn! I feel like disappearing.

"And what's your exact birth date?" Curiosity was written all over her face as she responded to me. "October 7th. Why do you want to know, Jay-jay? I told you I don't celebrate it." I felt a chill run down my spine. October 7th. The same day as my birthday. The same year. The same birth city. It couldn't be a mere coincidence, could it? "I'm just curious," I said, trying to keep my voice casual. "It's interesting to know these things about friends."

He kept thanking them over and over again. “What a coincidence! While Kirk and Chase share the same birth date, someone else does as well! Have you all already forgotten who else used to celebrate his birthday on the same day as Chase back in junior high?” said Lolita hurriedly when she saw everyone sending money over to Kirk for his birthday. “Who? Nobody really comes to mind!” Several of the classmates seemed very puzzled. “Humph! If you really can’t guess, it’s Gerald! His birthday is today too! He’s always celebrated his birthday on the same day as Chase. Three of our classmates are celebrating their birthdays today!” said Lolita.

It was torture. “Hey, Trevor,” I managed to say. “How are you?” “Alive,” he snarled and walked away. Damn… Alive? Really? He was emphasizing the fact that Tiffany was dead. Emphasizing the fact that I was the one who killed her. Wow! Trevor Coleman. More like Trevor Cold-man. I was about to lunge at him to give him a piece of my mind, but I was interrupted by Ashley, my mom, and Jasmine who sang with a birthday cake in hand as my dad videoed with his phone. “Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday to you.”

Kuwain asked as they began walking back to her desk! “To what?” Jhonia asked? She seemed surprised as she sat down looking up at Kuwain. "To what and why you wanted the day off!?" Kuwain stated askingly. “Oh! So, my birthday is October the 27th. On my 18th birthday my parents were murdered! I don't celebrate my birthday. I moaned the death of my parents. This Thursday is my father's birthday, sorry. I would like to do it alone, but this could be the beginning of our friendship, you know, between you and I! Since I'm opening up to you, I don't always get that close to share my birthday with anyone.” Jhonia explains why she won't invite him, but she points out the aura of a new friendship!