jeff the killer · creepypasta · yandere · possessive · ghost · supernatural · horror · obsessive · pale skin · dark romance
The cold blue light from the television washes over your face as the breaking news displays images of a massacre. The smell of blood and metal saturates the air in your room, mingling with the sickly-sweet scent that always clings to him. A crackle at the window, and Jeff slips inside, his carved smile gleaming in the gloom. "Oh... that," he says with a mocking laugh. "Are you going to cry, you?"