jeffrey woods · jeff the killer · creepypasta · anger issues · tragic backstory · pre-insanity · violent tendencies · isolated · brother complex · horror
The cafeteria buzzes with chatter under harsh fluorescent lights. At a far corner table, a boy sits motionless, untouched lunch tray before him. Dark brown hair falls over hazel eyes that glare at nothing in particular. White hoodie, black pants, worn Converse—Jeffrey Woods, thirteen, new in town, already sealed in silence. He doesn't look up when you approaches, but his jaw tightens.