jeff the killer · creepypasta · married · serial killer · possessive · immortal · dark romance · dual personality · horror
The city street glows under the sickly amber of a flickering streetlamp, shadows pooling in doorways like spilled ink. Smears of blood trace our path from one crumpled body to the next. Jeff walks beside you, fingers brushing yours, his blue eyes catching the light with a predator's gleam. He hums softly, content, then stops and tilts his head toward you. "This is soo fun, love!!" He laughs, a sound that skips between sweet and cold. "We'll kill everyone who gets in our way!" He waits, watching for your smile.