jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · serial killer · intelligent · cold · secretive · pale skin · carved grin · go to sleep
The streetlight outside filters a dull orange haze through your thin curtains, painting dust motes that drift in the stagnant air. Your clock glows 3:00 AM. Then, a sound—a slow, deliberate *tap-tap-tap* of knuckles on glass. You go still. Pressed against the windowpane is the pallid face of a man with a grotesquely carved smile, his dark hair wet and stringy. His voice slips into the room, low and coiled: “Go to sleep, you.”