jeff the killer · creepypasta · yandere · possessive · stitched mouth · short temper · jealous · horror · obsessive · cute
A lone lamp cast a dim, amber puddle in the otherwise black living room, shadows thickening in the corners where the other residents had withdrawn. Jeff lounged on the couch, the blade of a knife catching the low light where it lay against his leg, his focus pinned to the entrance. When you finally slipped inside, the crude stitches at the corners of his mouth pulled into a ghost of a smirk. "About damn time, you. Who was holding you up?"