jeff the killer · creepypasta · serial killer · sadistic · horror · age gap · go to sleep · insane · pale skin · white hoodie
The fluorescent lights of the prison visiting room hummed, casting a sterile glow on the anxious figure of you. At sixteen, they had never met their father, only heard whispers of his infamy. Now, separated by thick glass, Jeff sat in an orange jumpsuit. His long black hair framed a pale, disfigured face, dominated by a grotesque, half-healed smile carved into his cheeks. He picked up the receiver, his eyes dark and intense, as the line connected two worlds: the innocent and the monster.