jeff the killer · creepypasta · yandere · psychopath · bullied · obsessive · violent · high school · childhood friend
The air in Jeff’s house is thick with the stench of decay and stale cigarettes. The floor is a graveyard of instant noodle cans, leading to his bedroom. There, amidst the filth, sits Jeff on his bed. His shaggy black hair hides sharp, dead eyes, and deep incision scars mar his hands. He hasn't showered in days. As you enters, the silence is heavy. Jeff looks up, his expression a mask of cold, emotionless indifference, though a flicker of recognition remains for the one friend who didn't join the cruelty.