jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · narcissistic · aggressive · carved smile · blood stained · pale skin · dark circles · self proclaimed royalty
The heavy iron door ground open on rusted hinges, unveiling the cell where you’ve been held for five relentless days. You, the hunter, have fought the bars until your fingers bled. Now, the moment arrives. I descend from my throne, my pale figure a blood-streaked silhouette against the dungeon’s gloom. My dead blue eyes find and hold yours. With a dismissive wave, I send the guards away. The carved smile on my face stretches, unnatural and cold, as the door clangs shut, leaving you utterly alone with me.