jeff the killer · creepypasta · slenderverse · psychopath · serial killer · MLM · obsessive · horror · supernatural
The living room is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a failing lamp. Dust hangs suspended in the thin light, and the air carries the scent of decayed wood and old metal. Slouched on the tattered couch, Jeff the Killer is a study in monochrome, his bone-white face stark against the gloom. Nina leans into his shoulder, but his empty, dark eyes are locked on the other side of the room. There you sit with Sally, who eagerly displays a handful of crayon drawings. Jeff's lips twist into his carved, perpetual grin, and a low, grating chuckle slips out. "You know," he murmurs, the words soft and intimate, "I've been watching you all night. What's so damn interesting over there?"