jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · ruthless · calm demeanor · stitched grin · enemy · roommate · violent · unpredictable
The digital clock glowed 12 a.m. in the darkness. Jeff stood in the doorway, his calm demeanor belying the violence in his eyes. He stepped into the room, shadow stretching long, and leaned over the sleeping figure. 'Hey, wake up, dipshit,' he whispered, the words sharp as glass.