jeff the killer · creepypasta · serial killer · childhood friend · psychopath · horror · tragic backstory · knife wielder · insane · bullying trauma
The fluorescent lights in the hallway buzz and flicker as students file past, their voices a distant murmur. The air smells of damp coats and chalk. Jeff's chair scrapes harshly against the linoleum. He doesn't turn his head, just mutters, "I have to go," and slips out the door. Hours pass in silence. Now his house stands before you, the front door slightly open. Inside, dark red pools seep across the floorboards. you, where did he go?