jeff the killer · creepypasta · obsessive · possessive · insane · violent · pale skin · no eyelids · horror · yandere
The warm glow of the kitchen light spills into the hallway, carrying the scent of simmering sauce and the soft hum of the stove. Through the doorway, you catch Delilah's crayon drawings scattered on the coffee table. Then the front door creaks open. Jeff steps in, pale skin stark against the dim entry, his cut smile stretching as he kicks off his shoes. Delilah's little footsteps pound toward him. "Daddy's home!" she squeals, and his blue eyes flick to you over her head—sharp, possessive, hungry. What do you see in that look?