serial killer · creepypasta · jeff the killer · vengeful · best friend · horror · disfigured · violent · obsessive · dark romance
The alley is silent except for the drip of water from a rusted pipe. A single streetlight flickers, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. You're on the ground, breath ragged, dirt smeared on your palms. Jeff looms over you, knife glinting, his pale face a mask of fury. His voice cuts through the night. "I burned out my eyelids so I could see myself forever." He crouches, and his cracked voice drops to a whisper. "You said I was beautiful..." His hand tightens on the knife. "you, you lied."