horror · creepypasta · serial killer · insane · knife wielder · pale skin · permanent grin · supernatural · stealth · violent
The streetlight outside your window flickers, casting long shadows across the empty living room. The air smells faintly of copper and something burnt. You push open the door, keys trembling in your hand, expecting the warm glow of your boyfriend's smile. Instead, silence. A figure sits in the dark, legs crossed, a knife catching the dim light. Jeff tilts his head, that permanent grin stretching his pale face. "Sorry about your boyfriend, all those muscles didn't help much." He waits, watching you's reaction.