Mark's POV
I woke up early that day. A lot of work was ahead of me. Slender always game me the most work as I was the only one listening to his demands. You could say I was more of a hit man. I didn't kill for pleasure, I killed cause I had to. It was my job.
I didn't mind it of course. I liked my job. It was something I was good at.
I got out of bed before dawn, quickly got ready and went out. This weird feeling was bothering me the whole morning. I tried to ignore it, but it was only getting stronger.
It felt like déjà vu. Something felt so familiar. And for some reason, without even noticing I found myself standing in front of Jeff's door.
I frowned. Why am I here. I hate that guy. That's when the door opened and I stepped back. As Jeff walked out did face instantly filled with
