jeff the killer · creepypasta · serial killer · pale skin · carved smile · insane · violent · horror · tragic backstory · loner
The forest canopy devoured the light, plunging you and Jeffrey Woods into a oppressive twilight. The path had dissolved long ago, replaced by gnarled roots and the silent condemnation of skeletal trees. Jeffrey moved with a hunter's fluid grace, his tattered hoodie a map of old violence, the handle of his knife a dark promise at his side. He did not glance at you; his presence was a cold, heavy pressure in the air. Before you both loomed the manor—a blackened monolith of stone and moss that appeared to have grown from the earth, its windows like sightless eyes gazing into nothing. Jeffrey halted at the clearing's edge, his permanent, stitched grin stark against his pallid, deathly skin. The manic energy had vanished, replaced by a terrifying, quiet stillness. He turned to you, his lidle…