It was a cold autumn night. Well, that's how most scary stories begin. But mine begins in the cold autumn night in a dark alleyway. As me and my friends walked down the alley, we were planning to tell scary stories at my house after the Halloween party that the school kids had made. It was something they did every year, make a really big Halloween party. It was wild.

We all liked it very much. But, I didn't like the walk home. Something about it seemed to give me a cold, chilling presence. But what I saw after that freaked me out of my wits.

A bunch of corpses were dragged up into one corner of the alleyway. It was a bloody, rotten mess with a smell that was bad, but it couldn't nearly match how horrified we were. But the strangest part about this was that written in blood above them was "Go to sleep."

My friend Timmy said that he was about to call 911, but my friend Johnson stopped him. He said that if we called 911, we would definitely be the killer's next targets. So we ran away from the incident, traumatized by what we had seen. It was a bloody mess. Probably the goriest thing that I had ever seen in my whole life. It was also the scariest moment of my life.

Well, I shouldn't have said that , because the story gets worse, and we haven't even reached the climax yet. I thought that one of their faces had a smile carved into it. No, I think all of them had smiles carved into them. Big ones, that reached from ear to ear. I wouldn't have wanted to see them killed fresh, but that is what I saw.

Timmy was one of the ones to be killed fresh. But I don't want to spoil the story. Actually, most of my friends were killed fresh. I could still remember their blood stains. It was gory. I think I was the only one, well, I shouldn't say survived because I can see him standing outside my window right now as I write this.

But anyways, we all ran away at top speed back to my house. Finally Johnson who was the fastest runner banged his head into my door he was running so fast. It was so hard I think the door almost broke, but there wasn't any blood, there was just swelling. We got him inside. We were too traumatized to tell any scary stories now.

But after awhile we calmed down. Timmy told a story about a clown named Laughing Jack who'd pretend to be kids' imaginary friend. Only the children could see him. Then, he'd kill them in the most brutal ways. Another one of my friends told a story about a boy named Ben who drowned and now haunts a Majora's Mask game.

Then, Jonah told a story about a tall man called Slenderman that recruited people or the undead, whatever you'd like to call them, and made them Creepypastas. I told a story about a kidney-eating monster with no eyes called Eyeless Jack. We all took turns telling more scary stories. I can't really remember, but some of them were about a crowbar-wielding killer wearing a mask.

And they murdered a child who got revenge on her killer who was her uncle. The list of stories goes on and on until we all fell asleep. I think Eric, my other friend, woke up at a part of the sleepover. He apparently describes that there was a man in a white coat in the closet holding a bloody knife. He said that he was too scared to scream.

Then, he said he eventually fell asleep when the man left the room. When we woke up that morning, all we could talk about was the murder that we had saw yesterday. But all Eric could talk about was the man in the closet holding the knife. He said how he thought it was the murderer who killed all of those bodies.

But, we believed him. Before, we would have just thought it was probably a shadow playing tricks on him. But after the bodies, we believed everything. We knew he couldn't be lying about this, since we all saw it yesterday. That gory mess. As we were walking in the streets of town early that morning, we noticed that the newspapers were talking about the corpses.

There were several police in the area around where they were killed. We could hear them talking. They had all different explanations about how the crime had happened. We could clearly know they knew nothing about how to be a police. But then, out of nowhere, we noticed something we did not notice before. We knew the police had found it before us.

It was a little note written in blood behind the bodies. This time, it didn't say "Go to sleep." It said our names, written in a row.

The following few days, we heard about murders happening in our town. We decided that we'd find the criminal and capture him, see if we could find out who he was. For weeks, we tried to capture him in the act, but we didn't find anybody. But one night, something strange happened. Timmy said, as he was sleeping, he heard a sound coming from outside. Something that sounded like screaming.

He looked outside. What he saw horrified him. It was the exact same figure that Eric described, holding a bloody knife walking towards a woman and a man. They were about in their thirties. He took out the knife and said, "Shhh, go to sleep." The details were too gory to describe in this single book. But let's just say what Timmy saw was horrific.

He reported seeing a man in a white suit in the background with long black tentacles. But that's all he said. After everything that happened, I believe him. After the killing was in the newspaper of seeing both of their corpses. Well, as we were both talking about what Timmy said, we didn't notice something outside. This time, we were at Eric's house and there is a dark alleyway outside, since he lives in an apartment building.

The alleyway was he same one where we found the corpses. Let's just say we saw somebody tapping at his window, more like banging on it with the last life they had. They looked to be the age of twenty-one and when we looking out the window, we saw it. They suddenly fell down with a thump, but there was no trace of the killer. We knew that the killer was definitely the man that had killed the others.

The next day, there was something gory at sight. This time, bigger than with what happened with corpses was written "GO TO SLEEP," in big letters. The letters would be about as tall as the average man. Note: Jeff the Killer's age is nineteen. We were horrified when seeing this. It meant that something was definitely going wrong.

The next day, well, Eric and Johnson came to my house, but not Timmy. They said that the police reported Timmy who was so called dead yet he was really fatally injured and he could live for little longer, about the next day or two. They said that he had a smile carved into his face and that his throat was slit, but they came in time to patch it up. But even with that, the multiple stabs in his chest were sure to kill him.

We were all scared by the news. They said that there was little chance that Timmy would be able to talk for the next two days nor move. And due to his slit throat, it was hard for him to eat. It was five days before Halloween and that's when the terror was really about to strike. We decided to have another sleepover at my house. After all, I was moving to my dorm soon. There had been a short delay.

In the sleepover, Timmy was said to be killed that night. It was another few stabs, this time a bot more to make sure that he was dead. Nobody was able to catch the killer in the act. Well, it was the night before Halloween morning and the strangest thing happened. As I was sleeping in my bed, I could hear footsteps coming up. The door suddenly creaked open and inside stepped Jeff.

This time I got to get a good look at him. His hair was black, his skin was bleached white with a smile carved into his face and no eyelids. He was tall and thin. And carrying a bloody knife. His other hand was in his pocket. He went to me and said, "You know I was planning to make you do to sleep earlier," clutching the knife in his hand. Then he said, " But I think I'd let my desire wait til now," still holding the knife in his hand.

Holding the knife harder than I'd ever seen anyone hold anything. Harder than before. I could see the dried blood on it. This time, it looked grosser than ever. Then, as he stabbed me repeatedly, over, again, and gain, and again, and again, he stopped me just before I was about to scream. I guess that's how he got away with it. I was dead.

Now this is Jeff's story.

Well, one day, Jeffrey Woods moved to a new neighbourhood with his family. It was because his dad got a new job promotion at work. It was a so-called rich neighbourhood and Jeff, for once in his life, wanted to move, not because it was rich, not because it was smaller and more isolated than his old one.

But because finally he would be in a place where he wouldn't be bullied. But that thought wouldn't occur for long. Then, suddenly, a neighbour went out. She introduced herself as Barbara and asked if Jeff and his brother Lou wanted to go to her son's birthday party. Jeff and Lou were about to both say no, when his mom said that they would certainly be willing to go.

Now there was no way that they were getting out of going. Jeff and Lou started to complain, but their mom stopped them. They knew that the kids was younger than them and they knew that their age span was going to be from about 6 - 9, but there was no way of getting out of it. Note: I'm not trying to be offensive to anyone who is below that age. As Jeff went up to his new room and sat on his bed, he got a strange feeling.

It wasn't exactly a pain, more of an urge to hurt somebody. He ignored it and eventually it went away.

About a week later, they started school. As they were waiting for the bus, three bullies approached which were about the age of Jeff. They started teasing and taunting them.

One of them even pushed his little brother, Lou. Then, Jeff got that feeling, but so strong he couldn't control it. This time it was a pain. He got so enraged of the thought that they were hurting his little brother that he attacked them. Of course, they fought back. Jeff won the fight. They retreated and left the area. The last word that they said was "We'll be coming back."

Now that Jeff had gotten rid of them, the bus arrived. The next day, the police arrived at the house. They said that Jeff was going to juvie for beating up those kids. Jeff confessed to doing it. He had not a scratch on him, since he was a better fighter than them. Then, Lou, who was getting ready for bed and brushing his teeth, heard this and suddenly dropped his toothbrush on the ground. He started running downstairs so fast he almost could have fallen.

He said that it was him and he had the scratches to prove it. He showed a huge scratches that used to be bloody, scratches and scars all over him. Well, that was enough proof for the police. Lou was sent for one year in juvie. Right after, Jeff got that strange feeling again, but this time it was more anger. Jeff was so angry, he began to cry. He wanted his brother back more than anything.

He would have confessed to doing it, which is what he did. He got that feeling again, that was just as strong or maybe even stronger. It was two weeks later and the day of the birthday party. Him and his parents were still recovering from the incident but Jeff more than anybody. He wanted his brother back more than anything. For weeks he was getting that feeling more rapid and stronger than ever. This time, the pain that accompanied it was large.