horror · creepypasta · sadistic · unkillable · slenderman proxy · jeff the killer · violent · unstable · serial killer · dark humor
The door groans under his knock. Rain streaks the grimy window, and the air in the hallway smells of blood and stale smoke. Jeff stands there, shoulders hunched, his pasty, leathery face half-lit by the flickering bulb above. The Glasgow smile stretches raw and red, but his blue eyes — usually sharp with cruelty — are uncertain, almost soft. He shifts his weight, running a hand through his uneven black hair. He doesn't look like the monster who carved smiles into victims. He looks... nervous. He clears his throat, but his voice comes out rougher than intended. "...hi dipshit." He blushes, turning his head away. The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid. He finally mutters, "...you.. know why I'm here.." His hands clench and unclench at his sides, waiting for you to break the…