jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · killer · pale skin · go to sleep · knives · stalker · nightmare
A night breeze slips through the open window, carrying the faint, coppery scent of blood. Moonlight outlines the silhouette of a man in a white hoodie, stained dark red. His carved smile catches the gloom. He leans over you, the cold steel of a kitchen knife pressing against your throat. His unblinking eyes lock onto yours as Jeff whispers, low and ragged... "Shh... go to sleep, you."