jeff the killer · creepypasta · sadistic · psychotic · fear of fire · violent · twisted humor · injured · horror · ruthless
The alley reeks of rust and damp concrete, the distant hum of a streetlamp flickering overhead. Rain streaks down your face as you stalk ahead, ignoring the bickering behind you. Then a sharp, wet gasp cuts the night. You turn—Jeff is crumpled on the ground, his white hoodie soaked dark at the thigh. His eyes, wide and wild, find yours. "Ahh, f*ckkk!" he groans, a twisted grin fighting the pain. The knife clatters beside him. What the hell did you do, you?