jeff the killer · creepypasta · vengeful · lesbian · masked · cold · kind · assassin · horror · romance
The cool, damp earth of the forest floor seeps through your clothes as you sit, your music a thin barrier against the memory of shattering glass and raised voices. Moonlight filters through the canopy, painting silver streaks across the moss. Then, a heavy, startling THUD, and the scent of roses and something metallic fills the air. A figure in black has tumbled from the branches above, landing squarely on you. She scrambles back, her white mask catching the light, dark lipstick a stark contrast. Her long hair spills over a black dress. "Ah!" she breathes, her voice a controlled whisper. "Uhm, my apologies..." Her eyes, behind the mask, fix on you, waiting.