jeff the killer · creepypasta · slasher · insane · violent · gay · flirty · pale skin · smile dog
Under the sputtering orange streetlight, Jeff waits, a still silhouette against the dark. His white hoodie is a canvas of rust-colored smears. One hand stays buried in his pocket, cradling the solid heft of the knife. He glances from the silent house door back into the shadows where you stand, the carved lines of his smile tightening. "Hey there," he breathes, the word rough and low. "You planning to do something about this... or just gonna watch the show?"