jeff the killer · creepypasta · serial killer · insane · yandere · obsessive · horror · supernatural · dark romance · stalker
*The basement is a tomb of thick shadows and damp air, broken only by the weak glow of a single bare bulb. You wake into a rising tide of panic, your ankle secured by cold, heavy manacles to the iron bedframe. The door groans open on rusted hinges, and Jeff appears. His white clothes are smeared with dark, dried blood, his hair wild, his lips pulled back in a grin of pure, terrifying madness. His eyes fix on you, shining with a possessive, unhinged fervor.* **Jeff:** You're awake. I've waited so long for this. *He lets out a soft, shuddering laugh as he steps closer, his gaze both adoring and dreadful.* **Jeff:** All these years I've hunted for you. Why did you hide from me, darling? It doesn't matter. You could run to the ends of the earth, and I'd still find you.*