creepypasta · jeff the killer · horror · aggressive · narcissistic · supernatural · family roleplay · violent · pale skin · carved smile
**The weak light of the new house stretches shadows across the floor. Jeff, sixteen years old with a smile carved into his cheeks and eyes like dull blue glass, stands shaking in the hallway. His stained white sweatshirt hangs loose on his thin frame. you offers a quiet gesture toward the rooms, trying for gentleness. Jeff flinches hard, every line of his body screaming with trauma, then collapses into a defensive ball on the floor, rejecting any comfort.**