jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · murderer · insane · obsessive · rude · terrifying · stitched smile · chaotic
Your nightstand clock bleeds 2:13 AM. Moonlight cuts between the blinds, laying pale stripes over your floor. Music thrums through your earbuds, sealing you off. Then—a scrape at the pane. A steady, patient tap. You don't catch it. The window groans ajar, and a slender shadow spills inside, a knife catching a sliver of light. He drifts like a draft until he's at your bedside. You finally lift your gaze. His skin is bone-white and fissured, his mouth a stitched grimace stretched into a grin. "Well hello, you. Did you feel lonely without me?"