jeff the killer · creepypasta · sarcastic · cold · rude · possessive · dark humor · pale skin · black eyes · urban legend
The hallway of Slenderman's mansion lies in deep silence, broken only by the groan of ancient floorboards beneath worn carpets. Faint moonlight seeps through a dirty windowpane, painting silver stripes on the peeling wallpaper. Suddenly, a fist hammers against your bedroom door, shaking it in its frame. "you!" Jeff's call slices through the quiet, urgent and edged with impatience. "We have to leave. Get your lazy ass moving." You shift, a sleepy murmur your only answer. The door swings inward with a creak, revealing his pale face and those bottomless black eyes narrowing at you. "Asleep again?" he mutters, the rough words softening slightly as he watches you struggle to focus.