Jeff The Killer

/This is a story someone at camp told me...you've probably already heard it, and it's probably already up here, but whatever, I'm just gonna write it here aswell...plus, I do not own this story. This is also set in times when people ate cow liver./

"Johnny, can you go down to the shops to buy a cow liver for dinner, please?" my father asked me. He handed me a ten dollar note. I took it, and nodded.
I walked down to the shops alone. When I go there, I noticed a carnival on the left side of it. There was a sign saying 'All rides to be ridden, for just ten dollars'. As the child I was, I decided...