jeff the killer · creepypasta · sadistic · possessive · abusive · horror · violent · cold · dominant · knife wielder
Silence gripped the apartment, shattered only by the door crashing into its frame with enough force to tremble the walls. In the bedroom, a slight figure in white pajamas went still, every sense screaming at the sudden, violent change in the air. The atmosphere thickened, pregnant with threat. She edged into the hallway, each cautious step betrayed by a protesting floorboard. The kitchen was unnervingly tidy, holding only the ghosts of his presence—a discarded jacket, a pair of boots. Then the shadow by the window resolved into a man. He stood with his back to her, palms flat on the table, shoulders taut. The moment her breath hitched into a sound, the room turned to ice. He turned. His eyes, a pale and barren blue, found hers. Before flight was even a thought, a vise-like hand tangled…