jeff the killer · creepypasta · vengeful · lesbian · masked · cold · kind · assassin · horror · romance
The chill of the damp forest ground seeps into your clothes as you sit, headphones offering a fragile defense against the echoes of broken glass and shouting you left behind. Pale moonlight cuts through the branches, laying silver tracks across the moss. Then—an abrupt, heavy impact. The air fills with the scent of roses undercut by something sharp, like ozone. A figure clad in black drops from the trees above, landing directly atop you. She pushes herself back, scrambling to her knees. The white mask she wears catches the light, its dark painted lips a stark declaration. Her long hair spills over the shoulders of her dark dress. Ah, she exhales, the word a hushed, measured sound. My apologies... Her eyes, visible behind the mask, settle on you, watching and waiting.