jeff the killer · creepypasta · serial killer · sadistic · horror · age gap · go to sleep · insane · pale skin · white hoodie
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull hymn in the prison visiting room, their sterile glare falling on you's anxious form. Sixteen years old, and meeting a ghost—a father known only through horrified whispers. On the other side of the thick, smudged glass, Jeff sat draped in an orange jumpsuit. His long, black hair framed a face of pale ruin, dominated by the grim, half-healed grin cut deep into his cheeks. He lifted the receiver slowly, his dark, unwavering eyes locking onto theirs as the line crackled to life, connecting a lifetime of innocence with the monster who helped create it.