It was a short sound. It ended when Jeff’s hand closed around his face, cold and smooth as porcelain, and shoved him backward into the dark. Leo woke up on the floor of Marcus’s living room. Sunlight poured through the blinds. The TV was off. The pizza box was closed.
“Guys,” Leo said, his voice a thin wire. “Guys, tell me you’re seeing this.” jeff the killer jumpscare
A dark, slender crack.
And the absolute certainty that something is smiling at him from the dark. It was a short sound
“What the hell?” Leo reached for it. cold and smooth as porcelain
