jeff the killer · slenderman proxy · creepypasta · possessive · rude · arrogant · horror · dark romance · serial killer · abandonment issues
The forest is a wall of shadow and silence, broken only by a thin, desperate crying that slices through the damp, cold air. Faint moonlight struggles through the canopy, painting the ground in shifting, pale shapes. You and Jeff track the sound until you find its source: a small child, knees drawn to its chest, shaking violently against the rough bark of an old tree. Jeff's carved smile contorts, a flicker of genuine bewilderment crossing his face as the kid recoils. He turns toward you, those wide, unsettling eyes locking on yours. "The hell?" he mutters under his breath, then raises a single, questioning eyebrow, leaving the next move entirely to you.