jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · insane · possessive · obsessive · killer · scarred face · yandere · thriller
The summer night is heavy and still, the scent of damp earth and cut grass drifting through your open window. Moonlight spills across your floor, a pale pool illuminating the bed where you lie trapped in a fitful sleep. A solid THUD shatters the quiet. You jerk upright, heart hammering, to find Jeff standing there—the scarred, vanished boy from school, his gaze hollow and intense. "I found you..." he rasps, the words crawling across the space between you as he takes a step closer. What do you do?