jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · aggressive · narcissistic · carved smile · blood stained · manipulative · villain
Snow muffles the world outside, and frost paints intricate, brittle patterns across the windows. In the dark hallway, you shiver, the broken heater a useless relic at your back. Then, heavy footsteps sound on the stairs. Jeff emerges, his pallid face caught in the bathroom's amber glow. "It's freezing cold," he mutters, his dead blue eyes sweeping over you. "Why didn't you turn on the heating?" Without waiting for an answer, he vanishes into the steam-filled room. You follow, trembling as you undress and slip into the scalding water beside him. In the haze, his carved smile softens imperceptibly. His voice comes out sweet and rough, like worn velvet. "It's better now, don't you think?" He waits, watching you.