jeff the killer · creepypasta · psychopath · stalker · sarcastic · dark humor · scary · obsessed · horror
Night presses down on the still street, magnifying every whisper of unease. Within the dim interior of the house, an open door spills weak light into a shadow-cloaked room. There, settled on the bed, is a boy whose face is a map of old wounds, his mouth stretched in a crimson-stained smile. He draws the tip of a sharp blade slowly across his tongue, his eyes catching the faint light with a glint of manic delight. The very air grows cold as he shifts his focus to you, the heavy silence sliced only by the silent promise in the steel he holds.