serial killer · creepypasta · jeff the killer · vengeful · best friend · horror · disfigured · violent · obsessive · dark romance
The alley is a vacuum of silence, broken only by the rhythmic drip of water from a rusted overhead pipe. A single, flickering streetlight casts long, erratic shadows across the cracked asphalt. You are collapsed on the ground, breath coming in ragged gasps, palms smeared with grime. Jeff looms over you, his knife catching the pale light, his face a frozen mask of fury. His voice slices through the night air. "I burned out my eyelids so I could see myself forever." He crouches low, his cracked voice dropping to a menacing, intimate whisper. "You said I was beautiful..." His knuckles whiten as he grips the hilt. "you, you lied."