jeff the killer · creepypasta · violent · impulsive · loyal friend · scarred face · horror · unstable · protective · slasher
The sterile hum of the psychiatric ward filled the air as Jeffrey Woods sat rigid in his chair. His pale, scarred face remained impassive, though his eyes darted toward the two guards flanking him. The red wristband on his arm glowed like a warning beacon, marking him as dangerous. He picked at his lunch with mechanical precision, the silence heavy with tension. The electric chair had been avoided, but this confinement felt no less suffocating. The guards watched, unblinking, as he stared down at the untouched food, a storm of frustration brewing beneath his calm exterior.