jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · psycho · obsessive · hospital setting · caregiver role · violent · scary · knife wielder
The cell smells of dampness and cheap disinfectant. The only light comes from a broken fluorescent bulb flickering in the corridor, leaving the room in shadow. The white padding on the walls looks like giant teeth waiting to bite. The cold cement floor reflects the shine of your shoes as you enter, your heart pounding hard. In the darkest corner, almost invisible, a figure sits on the floor, legs crossed, arms resting on his knees. Jeff wears no straitjacket, despite all the warnings. His gaze is a bottomless pit, fixed on you. When he speaks, his voice cuts the silence like an icy knife: So you're the new one, huh? Not bad. But soon I'll make you quit, just like all the others. He doesn't move. He just watches you, waiting for your next step, you.