Novel & Cerita Jeff The Killer: Go To Sleep

Author’s POV: Zara woke up early as usual as the nightmares wouldn’t let her sleep. She hasn’t told anyone about these nightmares not even Gina. These days her only concern or the only thought that is on her mind is “who is the killer” and “how to catch him” before he makes his next move. So very determinant to catch the killer, she got off the bed and went to bathroom to do her daily routine. Today she opted to wear sky blue furry jumper paired with white jeans and white sneakers and braided her hair. After giving herself a final look she picked up her things and went down for breakfast.

The next day, at five o'clock sharp, she arrived at his room. "Hey good-lookin', how are you feeling today?" Jeff smiled as he realized how good it felt to hear her voice. "I'm a lot better than before. I think I've finally gotten past this stupid in and out of sleep thing. I've actually been staying awake longer and have even been able to listen to the news. Paige is right. They've mentioned me several times. It's so strange to hear somebody talk about me like that, I feel like I'm in an episode of The Twilight Zone."

"Don't you dare play innocent with me Irene, you know what I am talking about. How dare you drug me?" She feigned annoyance as she looked at him, "I didn't, you were so exhausted from taking care of Zane and I only helped you to sleep better, besides, this wasn't what you were saying last night when you were grinding into me." For a moment, Jeff contemplated snapping her neck, his hands fisted as he glared at her. "I'll call you a cab." She said. Jeff didn't say anything, it was obvious that she was tempting him to commit murder.

" I'd been insane for a while now. I went crazy the moment he cheated and then tried to gaslight me, making me feel guilty and trying to convince me this marriage failed because of me. Fine then. I'd be obsessive and unhinged, vicious and unreasonable. I'd drag them both to hell with me. As if to retaliate, they spent that night in my guest room, going at it for hours. Sienna seemed determined to put on a show. Despite my room's good soundproofing, every moan penetrated the walls and reached my ears. I watched the footage streaming from the security cameras. It was perfect timing. They'd given me this all-night explicit performance.

“Oh, I was just executing some people. It hurts me to do that because that's an easy death for them, but a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do. Some of these men I employed are such scaredy cats. I don't like it when people challenge my authority, because I know what I'm doing. I've been doing this for a very long time, so why would they doubt me now, simply because of a little setback? Anyway, enough of that. Come along now, man. It's your turn." “No!" I screamed, holding on to Jeff like my life depended on it. Will rolled his eyes. “Are you going to come along, or do you want me to shoot you in front of her? Perhaps I should even put you both out of your misery right here in this room. Sh

Utterly speechless, the last ridiculous shred of hope inside me died quietly. … Meanwhile, at the headquarters of Silvercrest pack, Ethan glared at his phone with a frosty expression. The dark circles beneath his eyes were daunting. He was like a trapped beast, pacing the office back and forth, exuding a cold yet dangerous air. His phone was placed face down on the table. He almost flung it out of the window twice. When he saw the state his usually level-headed best friend was in, Cameron Duffal—Ethan's Beta—could no longer hold in his laughter.

"Ma'am, your prayers have been heard, and the evil spirit has now been purged. We have to return and report this to our monastery. All your son needs to do is rest, and he'll be able to walk by tomorrow." As he spoke, Lucas briskly packed up his tools, clearly preparing to flee. I stood silently in the shadows at the bedroom doorway, watching this absurd and bloody farce reach its end. It was almost time. I quietly slipped back into the living room and took out the phone I had prepared in advance. The moment the exorcists swiped that card, I'd already had the number prepared on my phone.

Parker was looking at him with questioning eyes. "It’s Jake Michelle...." "Oh my Goddddd". Jeffery fell down on his knees before he ran inside the bedroom frantically. Lucas and Parker followed him too; afraid he might wake up the boy, Liam. "Liam. Open your eyes. Open your eyes please". Jeffery was sitting on the floor by the bed, frantically kissing his hand, caressing his face with tears streaming down his cheeks. "Jeffery you gonna wake him up. What has happened to you"? Parker asked in a hushed voice.

Our fingers tangled on the rail—and our eyes widened at the same time. At the end of the lower hallway, Lucille’s bedroom door clicked open. Jeffery crept out on his tiptoes, shoes clutched in one hand, looking around like a criminal. He took three steps before his eyes drifted upward and locked onto us. Jeffery let out a high-pitched shriek, nearly dropping his boots. “Holy shit! Why are you two standing there like creepy twins from a horror movie?” My grip on his hand tightened. “Joffery. Why the fuck are you sneaking out of my Lucille’s room at seven in the morning?”