and what shouldn't have happened.
Jeff's taking a nap at the moment.
Of course, he's right next to me as I type this.
He can't stand being away from me.
I think it's because he wants to protect me.
And, I think it's because of what he's done.
Something bad happened.
Something really bad.
Yesterday, in the woods.
After Babcia* blessed us, we walked right in.
It wasn't called the Black Forest for nothing.
It was cold, dark, and oddly serene.
Which was the worst part.
All we saw was darkness.
Not an animal in sight.
Like everything was afraid to be seen.
Or maybe, nothing was there at all.
So we hoofed it through the woods.
Trying to find a sign of anything.
It started to happen.
Everything was repeating itself.
The trees began to close in around us.
Our footprints repeated in the snow.
We tried to walk out for what seemed like hours.
Nothing was working. We couldn't get
And... Jeff started to act strange.
He started to mutter unintelligently.
Pacing in circles. Going completely mad.
And... everything just went to hell.
Proxies sprang up out of nowhere.
There were three of them.
They were laughing.
Taunting us. Pointing at us.
And then, one of them held something up.
It was a doll. A porcelain doll shaped like a little girl.
And snapped it in half. Right at the waist.
And that's when Jeff snapped.
He rushed the first two, knocking the one holding the doll to the ground.
Pulled out a gun he had kept hidden in his waistband.
And shot the proxy in the head.
He was splattered in blood.
He smiled menacingly.
A red glow in his eyes.
It frightened me.
But not as much as what he did next.
He calmly put the weapon away.
And punched the next proxy in the face.
I watched him stumble. Watched blood erupt from his face.
And Jeff punched him again.
And again. And again.
Until I heard ribs crack.
I heard him screaming.
Jeff and the proxy.
The other ran as his partner fell.
And Jeff ran as well.
I didn't see what happened.
But I knew that he died.
I heard bones crack.
A swift snap of the neck ended his life.
And I watched as Jeff dragged his body back.
He was laughing. Like a maniac.
His face and clothes were bloody.
The proxy's face was in full view.
His head snapped to the side.
His glassy eyes staring right at me.
Fear permanently scarring him in death.
And never in my life have I been more afraid.
I was afraid of him.
Of Jeff. Of the man who saved me from my prison.
After all of this.
He took one look at the bodies.
And he began to cry.
His face softened back to its normal look.
He looked at his bloody hands and wiped them on the snow.
And buried the three he had killed under a tree.
He pulled out a knife and marked it with a cross.
And he stood there.
Almost like he was waiting.
And he fell.
He fell to the ground, convulsing like he was possessed.
He vomited. His bile tinged black within the brown.
And then it turned black.
It continued for a few minutes, and then it stopped.
Almost as suddenly as it came.
I...I burned it.
It just looked so similar to what I had seen before.
It looked like Slender Essence.
I picked him up.
Wiped him off and ran back to our hideout.
I managed to get him clean.
Changed his clothes and put him to bed.
He woke up a little earlier.
He didn't remember a thing.
But I knew what I saw.
And I'm sorry I've lied to you all for so long.
Reach, my dear.
You were right.
Jeff isn't entirely human.
He's still Hallowed.
*Babcia: Polish for Grandmother