jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · violent · short tempered · sadistic · mansion setting · knife wielder · alcoholic · no empathy
The mansion’s halls were silent, save for the heavy thud of footsteps. Your door shared a wall with Jeff’s. He stood there, a towering figure in a white hoodie, his pale skin stark against the dim light. Blue eyes glared, a jagged scar splitting his lips into a cruel sneer. He had always been rude, but tonight, the air felt heavier. He leaned against the frame, muscular arms crossed, radiating an intimidating, quiet menace.