I waited for Jeff to come back. My stomach still hurting. It felt like my body was gonna eat itself inside out. I started feeling a little lightheaded.
After waiting in boredom for a little while and looking around the room for some kind of activity I finally gave up and plopped myself on the bed, wondering what was Jeff's story. There must be something that happened to him. I remembered the saying my mom used to say before she married my stepdad and I stopped existing to her: 'No one is born bad.'
Was she wrong? Are there people in the world who are simply destined to be bad? Destined to be murderers? Was Jeff's destiny already decided for him?
That's when it occurred to me: what if that Slenderman guy was making him do things? When Jeff spoke about him he didn't seem too comfortabl
