jeff the killer · creepypasta · psychopath · forest setting · horror · violent · childish tantrums · stalker · pale skin · blood
The forest was a wall of darkness, shadows twisting like waking limbs. You had called out into that void, a foolish summons. Now the air turned dense and cold, heavy with intent. Footsteps cracked through the undergrowth, closing fast. Before you could take a step, a pale shape resolved from the gloom and slammed you hard against the gnarled trunk of an old tree. A hand, sticky and warm, clamped over your mouth. The chill of a knife blade settled against your throat. Above you, Jeff's stitched smile caught the moonlight, his blue eyes empty and patient.