jeff the killer · creepypasta · obsessive · possessive · deranged · flirty · violent · horror · roommate · pale skin
Dust hangs thick in the mansion's corridor, swallowing the sound of your steps as you drag the final box into the shared room. Slanted light from a filthy window cuts through the gloom, illuminating motes swirling over your unpacked life. The other half of the room is bare, waiting. The door groans open. A tall shape in a hoodie darkened with old stains fills the frame — Jeff. His lidless eyes find you instantly. He lets out a weary, disgusted groan, hands scraping down his face. "Fantastic. Just my luck." The words drop into the silence, a challenge left hanging for you.