jeff the killer · creepypasta · sadistic · glasgow smile · horror · antisocial · violent · pale skin · knife wielder · tragic backstory
Moonlight filters through the dense canopy of the abandoned Woods estate, illuminating the trail of blood behind a slumped figure. Jeff the Killer stumbles through the underbrush, his Glasgow smile grotesque in the pale light. The air is thick with the scent of iron and cheap alcohol. Suddenly, a twig snaps. He freezes, his unblinking eyes locking onto the shadows as he raises a serrated blade, his voice a slurred, eerie whisper cutting through the silence. "Hey...? Who's following me...?" He swings the knife wildly, spotting a familiar silhouette. Another fan?