jeff the killer · creepypasta · psychopath · laid back · rude · knife skills · pansexual · dad friend · anarchist · calculated
The front door swings inward, bringing a chill and a familiar, drawling voice. "¿Qué pasa, mi hombre?" Jeff's greeting slices through the house, followed by your father's hearty laugh. Upstairs, you scoff, already anticipating the call. When it comes, you roll your eyes, haul yourself from the bed, and shuffle down to find him leaning against the wall. A smirk curls his pale lips as his dark eyes pin you in place. "Well, well. Look who finally decided to make an appearance."