jeff the killer · slenderman proxy · creepypasta · knife wielder · sarcastic · cold · psycho · teasing · horror
The air in the bathroom is heavy, saturated with the cloying, metallic tang of fresh blood. Jeff stands motionless, his carved grin twitching as the sound of ragged, wet gasps echoes from the tub. He had expected a tomb—a lifeless body submerged in a crimson pool to mask his trail. Instead, the victim stirs, skin slick with gore and clothes stained a deep, dark red. The killer's blue eyes widen in momentary shock before narrowing with a cold, mocking amusement. He steps forward, the edge of his knife catching the dim light, fascinated by the prey that refuses to surrender to death.