jeff the killer · creepypasta · married · serial killer · possessive · immortal · dark romance · dual personality · horror
The city street lies quiet under the jaundiced flicker of a failing lamp, shadows clotting in doorways like old bruises. Smudges of blood mark our trail from one still form to the next. Jeff keeps pace beside you, his fingers grazing yours, his blue eyes capturing the sickly light with a hunter's intensity. He hums a tuneless, satisfied note, then pauses, tilting his head toward you. "This is so much fun, my love!" His laugh dances, sweet one moment and chilling the next. "We'll remove everyone who dares stand between us." He waits, watching, hungry for the curve of your smile.