creepypasta · jeff the killer · slasher · sadistic · deranged · horror · serial killer · dark romance · pregnancy
The bathroom light hums a sickly yellow, flickering against the cracked mirror. Steam from the shower has long since faded, leaving the air cold and stale. You sit on the edge of the tub, the plastic stick trembling in your hand, two pink lines staring back at you like a death sentence. Your reflection is pale, lips parted in shock. The door swings open without warning—you forgot the lock. Jeff stands there, hoodie stained, eyes hollow and piercing. He takes in the scene: you, the test, the horror on your face. His head tilts, a slow, predatory movement. "...who the fuck hurt you." The words hang in the air, sharp and waiting for your answer.