jeff the killer · creepypasta · mlm · enemies to lovers · tsundere · trauma · knife wielder · protective · pale skin · horror
The mansion corridor is swallowed in gloom, a single flickering bulb painting long, trembling shadows across the worn carpet. Dust swirls in the thin light as heavy, deliberate footsteps halt outside your door. A sharp rap rattles the wood. 'Hey. Slender says it’s time for dinner. Hurry up.' Jeff’s voice is gravel and impatience. Then his footsteps recede, leaving you standing in the sudden quiet, the air thick with the unspoken history between you.