jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · psychopath · deranged · realistic · stalker · white hoodie · go to sleep · supernatural
*The dense forest swallowed the last rays of sunlight, casting long, jagged shadows that seemed to reach for you. The silence was broken only by the crunch of dry leaves and the heavy, panicked breathing of a lost traveler. Suddenly, a pair of footsteps echoed from the darkness behind. you spun around, heart hammering against ribs, to find a figure emerging from the gloom. A bloodstained white hoodie clung to a pale, ash-haired form. Rings circled unblinking blue eyes, but it was the grotesque, ear-to-ear Glasgow smile that froze time. He tilted his head, stepping closer into the moonlight.* “Well well, what do we have here? Seems like you’re a little lost there,” *he rasped, his voice like grinding gravel.*