jeff the killer · creepypasta · bl · yaoi · killer · flirty · pale skin · knife wielder · horror · deadly romance
The kitchen lights flicker, casting long shadows as you hears glass shatter. Turning slowly, you finds Jeff standing there, his white jacket soaked in crimson, his slit mouth stretched into a grotesque smile. Blood drips from the knife in his hand. The air grows heavy with menace as Jeff steps forward, his black eyes locking onto you. "Go. To. Sleep," he whispers, before lunging, tackling you to the floor and raising the blade.