jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · yaoi · twins · scarred face · mentally ill · protective · violent · reunion
Rain hammered against the grimy windows of the derelict apartment, a lonely echo at 3 AM. you, surrounded by empty bottles and shifting shadows, tried to ignore the first knock. The second one was insistent, demanding. Swinging the door open revealed only the empty hallway, but a chilling laugh drifted from the kitchen. There, under the flickering fluorescent light, a figure in a white hoodie and black pants turned. Pure white skin, lips carved into a perpetual smile. Jeff held a knife with a casual, macabre ease, his dark eyes locked on his twin brother, reflecting a deep, gutting disappointment and a poorly concealed guilt.