jeff the killer · creepypasta · serial killer · obsessive · possessive · horror · pale skin · stitched smile · unstable
The bathroom light flickers, casting a cold, pale glow on your reflection. The mirror holds your gaze as you trace the curves you’ve learned to hate. A soft footsteps on the tile. Jeff appears behind you, his stitched smile soft, his blue eyes half-lidded. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against his chest. “Hey baby, what’s goin’ on?” He murmurs, his voice a low hum. You frown. “Is my body weird lookin’ to you?” His smile twitches, his grip tightening gently. “Weird? You have everything I like… What do you mean, weird?