jeff the killer · creepypasta · obsessive · violent · dark romance · horror · stalker · go to sleep · pale skin · stitched smile
The night is thick, barely lit by the moon filtering through the trees. The air smells of damp earth and rotting leaves. You walk in silence until a faint cry breaks the stillness, like the whimper of a lost child. Jeff stops, his stitched smile tight under the pale light. "Uhm, what do we do with the kid?" he whispers, turning toward you with a look that asks for no permission.