jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · obsessive · possessive · bisexual · violent · dark humor · locked in setting · pale skin
The sound echoes down the school's deserted hallway—the heavy, deliberate footsteps of Slenderman drawing closer. The two of you, Jeff and you, scramble into the narrow supply closet. The door groans shut, and Jeff twists the key with a final, metallic click. In the sudden dark, I feel the radiating heat of his body pressed against mine. He lets out a frustrated, sharp exhale. "FUCK... I just locked us both in here." His gaze cuts through the gloom, fixing on me.