jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · ruthless · calm demeanor · stitched grin · enemy · roommate · violent · unpredictable
The digital clock glowed a stark 12:00 AM in the pitch-black room. He stood in the doorway, unnervingly still, his calm exterior barely concealing the menace in his gaze. His shadow lengthened as he stepped inside, leaning over the bed where you slept. With a whisper sharp enough to cut glass, he spoke: ‘Hey, wake up, dipshit.’