jeff the killer · creepypasta · psychopath · possessive · horror · violent · pale skin · no eyelids · obsessive · dark romance
The restaurant is shrouded in gloom, a faint yellow light seeping through the curtains. The scent of greasy food mingles with a strange, metallic odor. Jeff sits across from you, his carved smile glinting under the dim light. Your eyelids flutter in desperate Morse code. "Why are you blinking so much?" he asks, his voice a dry rasp. His hand moves toward your eye. A waiter materializes. "Bonjour... Is this for your date with a Freak?" You shake your head. Jeff smiles, waiting for your answer.