It was one of those nights where you cannot sleep because you are thinking about your crush. I was staring at the wall where all of my Jeff-The-Killer drawings and posters were. As I started to dose off, I heard a creeky noise in my room, like somebody was walking. I opened my eyes. Jeff-The-Killer was right in front of me, with his bloody smile. My jaws dropped. I leapt out of my bed and gave him a hug. Surprisingly, he hugged me back. We spent time together, chatting about ourselves. Then he had to go. We said our goodbyes and I went back to bed as he climbed out of my window. I whispered to myself, "That was the best thing that has ever ha