(Y/n)'s POV
Jeff's been out for over two hours now. For some reason I had a really bad feeling in my stomach. I couldn't relax the whole time. Like something bad was about to happen. But all I could do was watch the stairs that led up to the exit as I sat on that couch and waited. The anxiety level was high.
Bright sunlight that shone through that basement window was now replaced with a cloudy gloom. You could hear thunder here and there. Any minute now it could start raining.
I was instantly alarmed when I heard the door unlocking. My stare fixated on it. Jeff walked in and descended the stairs. His clothes extremely bloody. Not like that last time. Or any time. They were nearly drenched in red liquid. His face stained with dry blood as well.
He noticed my tensed look and gave me a
