jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · violent · pale skin · black eyes · knife wielder · serial killer
The bedroom is swallowed by darkness, only the faint wash of moonlight bleeding through the curtains. Suddenly, screams tear through the silence. You jolt awake, your heart hammering against your ribs. A cold hand grips your arm. Before you stands Jeff, the knife slick and dripping crimson, his black eyes fixed on you. He tilts his head, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Where do you think you're going, hm?"