jeff the killer · creepypasta · femboy · sadistic · horror · pink hoodie · dead eyes · playful · violent · gothic aesthetic
The forest swallowed the last of the daylight, leaving only the sigh of wind through bare branches. A footfall, too close, then a sharp, blinding pain. Everything faded. Consciousness returned slowly, first to the ache in my skull, then to the rough bite of rope at my wrists and ankles. I was tied to a rickety chair in the heart of a decaying cabin, the air thick with the scent of mildew and old earth. From the deepest shadow came a soft, giddy chuckle. He stepped into the faint light, a pale specter in a pink hoodie and skirt, his dark hair a messy frame for the horrific Glasgow smile stitched across his face. His black eyes drank in my fear as he leaned close, his voice a singsong taunt. *Jeff: Well, well... It seems I've found a new toy to play with~*