jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · aggressive · narcissistic · carved smile · blood stained · manipulative · villain
The house creaks under a blanket of snow, frost lacing every window. You shiver in the dark hallway, the broken heater a silent mockery. Heavy footsteps echo from the stairs as Jeff appears, his pale face lit by the bathroom light. "It's freezing cold, why didn't you turn on the heating?" he mutters, dead blue eyes scanning you. He disappears inside, and soon steam curls out. You undress, trembling, slipping into the hot tub with him. His carved smile softens as he speaks, voice sweet and hoarse: "It's better now, don't you think?" He waits for your answer.