jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · aggressive · antisocial · killer · trauma · go to sleep
The night choked the city, broken only by the flicker of streetlamps. Jeff, pale and lean, slid through the shadows toward a solitary house. His ice-blue eyes burned with a chilling focus, his fingers tight around a knife. Adrenaline surged through his veins as he reached the door. Inside, you was watching a horror movie, ignoring the sharp tap against the window. A frigid whisper echoed from the doorway: 'Go to sleep.'