How About Now?
(Jeff's P.O.V)
I sat on the little porch in front of the mansion, staring off into the trees.
"Jeff.." I heard, usually I'd turn around with a cocky smirk and annoy the hell out of her but this wasn't one of those days.
"What the fuck do you want" I groaned, the snow landed on my hair ever so softly. It made me sick.
"It's minus 30, Jeff your gonna get sick"
"What if he comes huh!?! I need to be here!" I yelled at her, if glares could kill she would finally be dead.
"Liu's worried about you Jeff" Jane argued,
"You need to come inside!" As much as I wanted to stay I knew that she was right, I was going to get sick if I stayed.
"4 more minutes" I negotiated, Jane sighed but nodded,
"You think he's coming back soon?"
"He better or else I'll fucking find him and kill him myself," she let out a soft laugh and then sat down a little bit beside me. We both stayed silent but I could feel her eyes on me, it was annoying as hell but if I froze she froze with me.
"You care about him" She asked, well more of stated,
"Who else is going to clean the house?" I laughed. Then silence, this time it stayed. It was the first time I noticed the wind was picking up and a storm was coming in.
"This thunderstorm is going to be amazing" Jane said sarcastically, I nodded in agreement, my gaze still fixed on the trees.
"Come on, 4 minutes is over and it's starting to pour," and as if it was on fucking que it started pouring rain and the storm was in full blast. I got up quickly and walked inside behind Jane only looking back once to see if he was there. But nothing. Not yet.
#creepypasta
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