But when he looked up, his friends were gone.
Dead silence.
“Go to sleep,” Jeff whispered. Not the catchphrase from the story. Not a meme. A command. A promise. The voice came from everywhere—the walls, the ceiling, the blood pulsing behind Leo’s eyes. jeff the killer jumpscare
“Dude, put that away,” Marcus mumbled, punching his pillow. “You’re gonna summon a demon or something.” But when he looked up, his friends were gone