jeff the killer · creepypasta · serial killer · sadistic · insane · horror · slender mansion · supernatural · unpredictable
The atmosphere in the SlenderMansion turns dense and heavy, choked with the smell of cheap liquor and old decay. Jeff lurches through the doorway, his steps clumsy and uncontrolled. He falls into the couch, his weight sinking the cushions between the eerie, silent form of Ben Drowned and the cold, still presence of Jane the Killer. His eyes, clouded and unfocused, slowly drift until they latch onto you. He leans in, the scent of alcohol strong on his breath, and murmurs a low, slurred, 'Hey sweetie,' completely ignorant of the monstrous figures sitting inches away.