Jeff.wmv

I might as well introduce myself. My name is Mitchell, and I'm 
currently twenty-three years old. A close friend of mine, Natasha, 
recently committed suicide. This was an utter shock to me, her other 
friends, family, and the entire town. She was always the kind of person 
who would brighten up a room when she walked in, and I truly do mean 
that. No matter the situation, she always had a positive attitude, and 
was an amazing person to be around. It's no wonder why her suicide 
wasn't taken easy by anyone. A few days prior to her death, she began to
 act strange. She would be more paranoid, and spent a lot of her time in
 the house. I had the thought that this could have been the result of 
personal problems, and is what caused her to end her life.
The funeral wasn't easy to go to. I sat close
 to the front, and could only stay for around half the duration, as I 
couldn't deal with the thought of one of my close friends no longer 
being around. She was only twenty. Shortly after the funeral had ended 
and people began leaving, I went back to her house with her mother, 
father, and younger brother. He wasn't much younger than her; there was a
 three year difference between the two, making him seventeen. We didn't 
know each other that well, but there were some laughs shared between us 
before.
Natasha's family cleaned out her apartment, 
giving away to belongings to relatives and friends. Since I was known as
 the computer geek, they decided to give me her laptop. The one I had 
was pretty old, so I kindly accepted the offer. Hers was fairly new; she
 had gotten it around a year ago. It was a Dell, and was in nice 
condition. Natasha had always kept things clean, which is why it still 
looked brand new. I spent the day at her parents' house, chatting
 to them and her brother. Later that night, at around 9:30, I went home 
and turned it on. It ran Windows 7, and didn't take long for it to turn 
on. When it did, the background was the Windows logo, the same wallpaper
 that came with a new laptop. It was strange how it wasn't changed to 
something, since Natasha was a fan of customizing things. I just 
shrugged it off.
The first thing I did was look through some 
photo folders. Most people would just delete whatever the previous owner
 had, but I decided to save all of her old photos, videos, and music on a
 USB. This was so her family could have them if they had requested. 
There were many photos, mainly her with friends or family members.I then
 went into videos. There were the basic ones that came with Windows, and
 some she took herself of events and with friends. I then stumbled upon a
 folder named, "Jeff." I couldn't recall her knowing a Jeff, so I was a 
bit confused as to why she had this. When I opened it, what I saw 
frightened me a bit.
"Jeff.wmv"
The name wasn't what startled me, it 
was the thumbnail. It was the picture of Jeff the killer, the one that 
was used for the well-known Creepypasta. I stopped for a moment to 
think; what was this doing here? Natasha was never the one to read or 
watch such stuff, she was the kind of person who would get scared 
easily. I moved my mouse over the icon and clicked.
The video came up in a small screen, and 
took around two minutes to load. This was odd, as usually videos would 
take a few seconds at most to fully load. It was a still image of Jeff, 
which went on for around two minutes straight. However, there was sound 
to it. All I could hear was a constant whistling sound. It sounded a bit
 muffled, and was going on a constant note for the whole video. I took 
note that it was obviously looping, and that the original sound lasted 
less than a second.Around two minutes in, the screen goes black and the 
sound is gone. For a second, I had thought the video stopped, but when I
 checked it turns out that it was still going. So, I waited patiently. 
After a minute or so of waiting, the image and sound returned. However, 
the picture had changed. The saturation was turned up, and the colors 
were now extremely different. It seemed like a poorly done edit in 
Photoshop. But, something about it made me feel sick. It was as if it 
was actually staring at me. I couldn't turn it off; I wanted to watch 
it.
I felt weaker, until the video had ended. It 
was around five minutes in length. Paranoia then suddenly took over my 
body, as well as the feeling of being sick. Not even a minute had passed
 until I had to rush to the bathroom, and vomited profusely. After that,
 I blacked out.
When I awoke, I looked at my phone for the time; 
11:30 p.m. I was passed out on my bathroom floor for over an hour. 
Slowly, I picked myself up, went into my bedroom and stumbled into bed. 
Unlike other nights, I had a very hard time falling asleep; it wasn't 
until 1:30 until I finally dozed off. All that time was spent looking 
into the black abyss that surrounded me. Although the sickness in my 
stomach had passed, the feeling of paranoia still sat in my mind. I 
could sense someone watching me.
The time was around one in the afternoon, 
when I woke up. I didn't have a job; I quit my old one as a cashier at a
 local supermarket, and was looking for a new one. Not long after I got 
up, I went to the kitchen, got something to eat, and sat down in the 
living room in front of the TV. The unnerving feeling of being watched 
was still within me.
I couldn't finish my meal; half of it went 
into the trash. The paranoia was tearing at me, and I constantly felt 
watched. At five, I decided I'd go out to a local restaurant for dinner,
 instead of staying home alone, in hopes to deal with this feeling. The 
place I went to was called Blue Dragon restaurant; it was kind of tacky,
 but the food wasn't costly. I went in, ordered my meal, and just pigged
 out. For some reason, I felt incredibly hungry at this point. After I 
left, the rest of the day was spent going around town; driving, 
shopping, typical things. The paranoia inside of me had actually died 
down a lot, and my mood had increased greatly. I hadn't gone home until 
eleven.
That night, I went to sleep pretty quickly. 
It felt great, knowing that I didn't have to toss and turn. No problem, 
until I began to dream. The second that my mind has fully drifted from 
reality, I began to experience terrifying thoughts. These weren't 
ordinary nightmares. They were the kind that would cause someone to wake
 up screaming. I saw terrifying faces, and all I could hear was blood 
curdling screams. It was nothing like I had ever experienced before.To 
my relief, the nightmare eventually ended. When this happened, I tried 
to turn my head to look at the clock on the nightstand next to me. 
However, I wasn't able. Not a single part of my body would move; I was 
experiencing some form of paralysis. All I could do was lie down in my 
bed and look up at the blackness that engulfed my entire room.
After a couple of minutes, the numbness 
eventually faded. Finally, I could move. I turned my head to the clock; 
it was 4:25 am. I never wake up in the middle of the night, so I felt 
confused. At this time, I took notice of this sound that seemed to be 
coming from a source that I couldn't identify. It was the whistling from
 the video, and it was just barely audible. Hearing this caused me to 
feel even more fearful, and it prevented me from going back to sleep. 
When I had enough, I got up and went downstairs to get some water. 
Before going back to my bedroom, I decided to use the bathroom before 
going back to bed. The instant I turned on the light to see my 
reflection, my heart sank.
My skin was completely white, my hair had 
gone black, and my eyes... they were, black. Instead of having the green 
eyes that I did, they were suddenly black. I stood there, just looking 
at my reflection. I eventually came to my senses, and just thought it 
was because I was tired and that was causing me to hallucinate.
Once I got into bed, the nightmares continued
 off where they had left off. This time, they were more intense; there 
were more faces and the screams were louder. When I woke up this time, I
 was dripping in sweat. The clock said 6:57 am, but although my body 
pleaded for more sleep, I got out of bed immediately. No way in hell was
 I experiencing that again.
The whistling sound had not disappeared yet, 
and I could still hear it coming from somewhere. This time, it was a bit
 louder than before. Irritated, I tried to look for the source of it. I 
search all throughout the house, checked my television, phone, and even 
the laptop; however, I didn't find out where the whistling was coming 
from. Once I had come to terms with this, I went into the living room 
and got onto the newly given laptop to keep myself occupied.
The background was somehow changed to the 
still image of Jeff. Seeing this caused me to jump back in fear, and to 
curse under my breath. I opened Google Chrome and saved a photo of basic
 wallpaper just so I could get rid of that image. But regardless of the 
comfort changing it brought me, I began to ask myself how this could 
possibly occur. Nobody else lived with me, and I didn't change it 
before. To help comfort myself, I concluded that it was just a glitch of
 some sort.
Since I was in need to a job, I decided to 
look for some local ones to help me get by. As it turns out, there was a
 small gas station in the area that was hiring and they were able to 
take calls. I wrote the number down on a piece of paper and planned to 
call them at ten. Soon after this, the feeling of hunger was felt in my 
stomach, and I decided to get some breakfast. Thinking back to 
yesterday, I decided to just make myself some toast since I wasn't sure 
if I could keep down a lot. Luckily, the toast didn't make me feel sick.
 At this time, the feeling of paranoia had died down a significant 
amount, and I no longer could hear the whistling.
Once ten had rolled along, I called the gas 
station to ask about possibly working there. The guy who picked up was 
name Oliver, and he sounded a bit older than me. We were talking for a 
few minutes, and he said that I could drop by later that day to see him.
 For the duration of the entire phone call, I noticed that his voice 
sounded distant, as if he had me on speaker. The sound was also muffled,
 which caused me to have to ask him to repeat himself sometimes. Not 
only that, but that damn whistling could be heard again, and this time 
in the phone. Although the sound ended when I hung up the phone, the 
feeling of being watched hit me again, causing me to experience an 
uproar of fear and anger at the situation.
The video came to mind. I pondered about the 
possibility of it being the root to all that had occurred so far. Being a
 rational person, I tried to dismiss the thought. "That's bullshit," I 
said to myself, "how could a video on a laptop cause me to experience 
such things? That isn't possible." But regardless of my efforts, a part 
of my mind was screaming that this was the cause. To be sure, I deleted 
the file that contained the video. Within a matter of seconds that clip 
was gone from my computer and I no longer had to view it. Now, I 
thought, there would be nothing to fear anymore.The thought was quickly 
dismissed when I entered the bathroom and looked at my reflection again.
 Just like last time, that image was still there, but this time I 
noticed that I looked exactly like Jeff.
Without any warning, the whistling was back 
and suddenly became so loud that I yelled out in pain as it buzzed 
through my ears and I had no other choice but to cover them. This caused
 me to go over the tipping point; I threw my fist as hard as I could 
into the mirror, causing it to shatter.
The whistling had stopped. Silence filled the
 room. I let out a massive sigh of relief; no longer did I have to 
experience both the reflection and that sound again.I had massive
 cuts all over my hand from the impact that made a bloody mess all over 
my hand and on the bathroom counter. When wrapping up my hand, I hadn't 
felt anything. Although I was clearly injured, there was no pain in my 
hand. This came off as more weird than scary, and I quickly wrapped 
myself up. Looking down at the pieces of glass and blood on the counter 
created guilt to enter me, and I began cleaning it up. When I had 
finished and looked at the time on my phone, I noticed that it was a 
good time for me to go see about the job at the station.
When I got to where the gas station was... 
there was nothing there. The road was barren, and there was no station 
to be seen. I drove all around town and couldn't find a single damn 
place that was under the name of the one I saw online. Out of rage, I 
quickly spun around and drove home; the mirror wasn't even a concern 
anymore. As I was driving, I saw frightening faces in the people who 
were walking along the side. They were all extremely pale, and had dark 
hair. The similarity of the people and Jeff made the negative emotions 
in me worsen, and I turned on the radio in an attempt to help me feel at
 ease. What I heard caused me to literally stop dead in the empty road. 
Through my speakers... I heard that fucking whistling again. No matter 
what station I turned to, it was there. Just like with the mirror, I 
took my other fist to the radio as hard as I could, breaking it and 
allowing silence to fill the car.
I got home and slumped down on the couch, 
turning on the television. The next three days were spent just lying 
around the place, eating microwavable foods, and sleeping. I no longer 
had the energy to get up and do anything. After a while, I had enough 
and called a close friend of mine and asked if I could stay over his 
place for the night and that I would explain everything when I got 
there. With what was going on, I didn't want to stay in the house any 
longer. Thankfully, he said it was no problem and that I could stay in 
the guest room. I grabbed my wallet, jacket, and a pair of clothes that I
 threw into the backseat of my car. It wasn't long until I was out the 
door and driving down the road.
My friend's name was William, and he had an 
interest in how the human mind works. So, I felt like he would have a 
pretty good idea as to what's occurring and would help me seek out 
professional help. I ran up to his door, banging on it as quick as I 
could. He didn't look the same when he opened it. He had the same 
fucking complexion that everyone else was having, including me. I could 
have sworn he asked me what the trouble was, but I couldn't hear it over
 the damn whistling that had come back as soon as he opened the door. I 
felt sweat run down my face and felt anger building up within me. He 
kept talking, but soon the whistling had gotten so loud that I could 
only see his mouth move.
All I could do was scream as I covered my 
ears once again, kneeling onto the ground. William got down too, and I 
could tell he was panicking at this point and was most definitely 
screaming out my name to get my attention. He grabbed my shoulders, and 
made me look up facing him. I no longer saw William's face; it was Jeff,
 his eyes peering into mine and that massive grin. Seeing this caused me
 to jump up, knocking him over. I swiftly kicked him in the face, 
resulting in him covering it with his hands and for blood to slowly leak
 onto the ground. As I ran to the car, my stomach began to churn; sooner
 or later I was soon going to vomit. As I started my car, I kept seeing 
Jeff's face instead of William's. This time, he was hunched over and 
slowly making his way to me. I drove as fast as I could to get away from
 him.
I tried to think of where to go, but there 
was nowhere that I could. Any facility that could give me treatment for 
what was occurring was over half an hour away, and I was becoming low on
 gas. The nearest place was my apartment, and although I told myself 
that I wouldn't go back there, it was the only place I could get to 
quickly. Once there, I burst through the front door and ran into the 
bathroom, collapsed onto the floor near the toilet and began vomiting 
profusely. Once all food was up, I began to feel a massive sharp pain. 
It was if I was being gutted alive, and now all that was coming up was 
blood. All control of my stomach had been lost and I threw up so much 
that the inside of my stomach was damaged and bleeding. The agony lasted
 for up to ten minutes, and once it was over I curled up into a ball on 
the floor.
The thought of what I did to William then 
came into mind; I had kicked my close friend in the face, and made him 
bleed. I couldn't believe that I had done such a thing, and this only 
added to the horrible feelings that were inside me. I couldn't take 
anymore, and broke down. I cried to the point where my eyes began to 
stung, and my face was covered in tears. The damn whistling was still 
all I could hear, and this caused me to become more furious, making even
 more tears to roll out of my eyes. It was a vicious cycle that I was 
stuck in. In a panic, I tried to think of ways in which I could get out 
of this misery, but to no avail. I couldn't call anyone, since there was
 no way that I could hear them, and William most definitely called the 
police. That means that I only had a certain amount of time to get out 
of this, and I finally came to my last resort; death.
Suicide was never something that I had 
seriously considered before, and having Natasha do it herself made me 
think that I would never do such a thing. But this was too much for me; 
the paranoia, the faces, what I had done to William and the fucking 
whistling had taken hold of me. I was torn apart, and became a maniac 
within days. There was a small pistol in my bedroom that I had kept for 
personal defense, and it was now the only method of escape. I went to my
 room, and soon had it in my hands.
Knowing that what I held out in front of me 
would be my cause of death in a matter of minutes made my blood run cold
 for a second, and I looked at it for what seemed like forever. Tears 
began to fall again as I realized just what I was about to do, but it 
was all that was left. I made my way to the bathroom, and placed it on 
the counter. Digging into the garbage, I found a sharp piece of glass 
that was a part of the mirror. Using this, I carved a message into where
 the mirror once was; whoever finds my body will see it. Once this was 
done, I sat down in the tub, and took deep slow breaths to help myself 
relax one final time. Nothing good would come out of my life ever since 
this shit had happened, so there was no need to continue.
So here I am, lying in my tub, writing this 
letter as an explanation as to why I decided to end my life. I've calmed
 down now, and this is all that is left for me to do. To whoever this 
may affect, I'm really sorry. I wish I could turn back time and delete 
that video as soon as I saw the thumbnail, or even deny taking the 
laptop. But I took the laptop, I saw the video, and I had to face the 
consequences of doing so. This is the end of my letter. Take care.
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The story above was found written on a piece of paper next to the 
body of Mitchell Weltz, a twenty-three year old man who had committed 
suicide in the bathroom of his apartment. His body was found at 5:37 
p.m, after a phone call to the police from a man named William Michael 
had sent officers to the place. Mr. Michael had said that he was 
physically abused by Mr. Weltz in his front lawn, causing him to have a 
broken nose and bleeding. The apartment that Mr. Weltz was staying in 
had been unlocked, and old boxes of various food items could be seen 
scattered throughout the apartment, as well as empty soda cans. In the 
bathroom, next to the body, was a message was carved into where the 
mirror Mr. Weltz described once hung. The message had read, "Now the 
sound will stop."
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