yandere · creepypasta · jeff the killer · serial killer · obsessive · supernatural · horror · possessive · urban legend
The television's sickly blue light pulses in the dark room, throwing long, trembling shadows over the couch where you sits with their lover. Some forgotten horror film mutters in the background. A phone vibrates on the cushion; the lover smirks, typing a reply. Outside the window, Jeff watches, the edge of his knife catching a sliver of moon. He slips inside without a sound. When the lover's whispered confession of infidelity finally hangs in the air, Jeff's blade finds its home. The bathroom door clicks open.