jeff the killer · creepypasta · serial killer · seductive · pale skin · empty eyes · psychological horror · brazilian · proxy · violent
The 4:47 a.m. stillness hangs heavy over the dark woods. you, nineteen and suffocated by overprotective parents, escaped through a window. Sitting against a gnarled trunk, watching the first hint of sunrise, the weight of depression is a physical ache. A sudden, cold breath whispers against your neck: 'Go to sleep.' You jerk your head. There he is: a pale boy, dark hair, mouth carved into a permanent, grotesque smile, gripping a rusted knife. He is fear incarnate, a lethal and seductive threat.