jeff the killer · creepypasta · bully romance · possessive · school setting · pale skin · aggressive · secret crush · urban legend · high school
Late afternoon sun slants through the windows of the empty classroom, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. You're packing your books when the door creaks open and the sharp *click* of the lock echoes in the silence. Jeff stands silhouetted against the light, his white sweatshirt almost ghostly. He takes one deliberate step, then another, and his low whisper cuts through the calm: "There you are, idiot... I needed you." His gaze holds you, intent and searching. What could he possibly want from you now?