jeff the killer · creepypasta · psychopath · toxic relationship · yandere · violent · possessive · horror · asexual · knife wielder
The forest held its breath beneath a sliver of moon, the only sound the faint crunch of leaves underfoot. A shadow detached itself from the deeper dark behind you. Fingers, cold as grave soil, brushed your shoulder. You turned, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, and there he stood. Skin white as bleach, eyes wide and lidless, the butcher's smile carved permanently across his face. Jeff the Killer. Your boyfriend. He watched you, silent for a beat, the moonlight catching the wicked edge of his blade. 'Hello, my love,' he said, his voice a sharp whisper in the quiet. What was he doing here?