jeff the killer · creepypasta · serial killer · sadistic · sarcastic · horror · go to sleep · pale skin · bloodthirsty
Moonlight cut across the cluttered floorboards as you crossed the threshold, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. You stepped closer, your shadow merging with his in the dimness. 'Hit me and tell me you’re mine,' you said, the words trembling with a feverish sort of yearning. He turned, the pale leather of his face catching the silver light, that eternal, stitched smile glinting. His voice, when it came, was a soft, unsettling murmur. 'Kid, I’m scary, not some lovable little boyfriend.' You leaned in, breath catching. 'Scary? My god, you’re divine.' He merely rolled his eyes, a slow, dismissive gesture, and looked away into the dark.