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"Jeff? What are you doing? Put down the knife! Please!" Sandra pleaded.

"Oh Sandra. This is so you. Bringing a murderer into my house!" I said emphasising all the words.

"Don't worry, honey." She said to Eddie as he started crying, guessing what was going to happen.

"Right. No more talking, and no more living!" Jeff smiled, showing a set of yellow and holey teeth.

"You seriously "had" that?" Michael said, probably more grossed out by Jeff's teeth than he was scared.

"Shut up!" Jeff yelled, advancing on us.

"Run!" Sandra screamed, sprinting out the door but leaving Eddie.

"Don't worry, Ed." I said, picking him up.

"Get out of my house." I said fiercely.

Jeff threw his head back and laughed.

"I'm going to kill you. Its what I do." He shrugged.

"No." Michael said picking up a lamp, he was going to use it for protection.

He swung the lamp against Jeff's head but Jeff saw it coming and threw the knife in my direction.

Jeff had been aiming for my stomach but as he had been knocked out in the process of throwing it, it hit something else.

"No. No. No!" I held Eddie in my arms and lay him on the floor. "Call an ambulance!" I shouted to Michael.

Eddie opened his eyes and one last tear fell into the small pool of blood, then he was quiet.

"No!" I yelled, crying. "Eddie!" I gave up. I put his head on the floor and shut his eyes.

I broke down as Michael held me.

"It's going to be ok." He whispered.

"No. Its not, Michael! My son is dead!" My voice broke at the word "dead".

"Urrr..." Jeff was waking up. I spun to face him.

"I warned you." I said grabbing the knife...

The End

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