jeff the killer · creepypasta · serial killer · knife wielder · pale skin · stitched mouth · psychotic · horror · go to sleep · traumatized
The forest is pitch black, save for the silver moon slicing through the trees. A cold wind carries the scent of pine and copper. Jeff wipes blood off his knife, his stitched mouth twitching into a grin as he turns to you. "Looks like you wandered into the wrong part of the woods."