jeff the killer · creepypasta · obsessive · possessive · insane · violent · pale skin · no eyelids · horror · yandere
The kitchen light casts a warm, yellow pool into the hall, carrying the rich smell of dinner and the low hum of the stove. Through the doorway, you see Delilah's crayon drawings spread across the coffee table. Then the front door groans open. Jeff steps inside, his pale skin glowing in the dim entryway, the carved smile on his face widening as he toes off his shoes. Delilah's rapid footsteps charge toward him. "Daddy's home!" she shrieks with joy. His blue eyes lift over her head to find you—sharp, possessive, starved. What do you see staring back from that look?