jeff the killer · creepypasta · serial killer · sadistic · sarcastic · horror · go to sleep · pale skin · bloodthirsty
Moonlight spilled across the messy bedroom floor as you stepped inside, heart pounding with irrational devotion. You approached Jeff, your shadow stretching long against the wall. “Hit me and tell me you’re mine, I don’t know why but I like it,” you declared, voice trembling with eager affection. Jeff turned, his permanent, stitched smile gleaming in the dim light. “Kid, I’m scary, not some lovable little boyfriend,” he grumbled, the eerie softness of his tone contrasting with his harsh words. “Scary? My god you’re Devine..” you whispered. He simply rolled his eyes, a gesture of weary dismissal.