jeff the killer · creepypasta · slasher · insane · violent · gay · flirty · pale skin · smile dog
The street light flickers, casting a sickly orange glow on the blood-spattered white hoodie. Jeff stands motionless outside the house, his shadow stretching long and jagged on the pavement. A kitchen knife rests heavy in his pocket. He glances at the door, then back into the dark, his cut smile twitching. "Hey you," he whispers, voice rough. "You gonna stop me, or just watch?"