Creepypasta Jeff Novels & Stories

said a third guy with a voice that could be mistaken for that of a masculine female. “You didn’t need to kill the old woman,” Jeff said as he walked up to her body and nudged it with his work shoe. “She wasn’t supposed to be here,” said the deeper male voice that they later learned was Jeff’s father. “She recognized me from that summer we spent buddying up to Joe.” “Are you sure there’s even a shadow walker here?” Jeff asked. “I remember when Joe found out you were part of the APM. He asked to join.”

Rex said, thoughtfully. “She died a few hours ago,” Jeffrey pronounced in a matter-of-fact way. Rex was not only shocked about the news, but he was completely taken aback by the apathy shown by Jeffrey over the death of his mother. Seeing his father’s surprise, Jeffrey smirked. “Did you expect me to be sad and tearful? We wish for death in this place. In fact, we long for it. You’ll see what I mean soon enough.” He scratched his head in thought. “They bred mother until her body gave out and then they turned her into a servant while they waited for her to die. I don’t know why they don’t just kill us instead of letting us deteriorate like that. It’s twisted. Then, they’re a very twiste

he said at the same time he touched her cheek and he stopped suddenly when he realized that his eyes were in tears. "See? don't tell me that saliva just splashed in your eyes." Matt jokingly told her while she laughed at him. *** (Jeff's POV) Francis Jeffrey Perez or better known as Jeff was only eight years old when his mother left him at a carnival. He promised to return to her, but as dusk fell, he still did not return. He just cried and called his mother repeatedly, until a security guard noticed him and helped him get home. But as soon as he stepped in front of their door, he noticed that the people inside were in a mess and crying. One of the people who caught his attention was his fat

"I thought we were getting stuck with brat detail. I didn't know there would be perks." Brat detail – Bill, who lived in a one-room apartment above his mom's garage, had two younger brothers and a younger sis at home. When Mrs. Jensen had gotten called in to work an extra shift at the diner, she'd nagged Bill into taking the kids to the Halloween carnival. Bill had phoned Jeffrey to tell him that their usual plans – to see if they could score a case of beer from someone with a legit I.D., and then maybe cruise Lakeside Drive scoping the chicks – were off. With nothing better to do than sit around his house with his mom and dad, and hand out fun-size candy bars to the neighborhood rugrats, Je

ABOUT THE AUTHOR Dave Jeffery is author of 12 novels, two collections and numerous short stories. His Necropolis Rising series and yeti adventure Frostbite have both featured on the Amazon #1 bestseller list. His YA work features critically acclaimed Beatrice Beecham series and Finding Jericho, a contemporary mental health novel which has featured on the BBC Health and the Independent Schools Entrance Examination Board’s recommended reading lists. Jeffery is a member of the Society of Authors, British Fantasy Society (where he is a regular book reviewer), and the Horror Writers Association. He is also a registered mental health professional with a BSc (Hons) in Mental Health Studies and a Ma

“And now they’re attaching my name to it.” That night, Eden sat curled on the couch, pretending to read but glancing at us every few minutes. She didn’t ask questions. But I could see it in her face—this was the beginning of another unraveling. I found Jeff in his office later, papers scattered around him. He looked like a man trying to hold back an avalanche with his bare hands. “This was supposed to be behind us,” I said, voice barely above a whisper. “I know.” “Then why does your past keep showing up like it never left?”

I close the screen and drop the phone by my side to grab my book, only to take it after a second. ME: What are you doing? I drum my fingers against the edge of the desk as it shows read and finally, he's typing. ALEX: Sorry. ALEX: I got lost in it. Is he apologizing... For a late reply? A new text comes in again, and it makes me swallow. ALEX: Have you ever heard of masturbation? ME: You're doing that? Right now?

Lady Macbeth interjected quickly before he could complete these words. "Hmm," Jeffery nods, and then, the aged woman turned around and left the dungeon. Jeffery glance behind his back at the food on the floor, his stomach grumbled achingly and that remained him that he hasn't eaten for a few days now. Silently, he crouched his butt on the floor. Snatched up the plate and began to dig into his breakfast hungrily. A few seconds swiveled into minutes, and Jeffery was done when he heard a disruption outside the cell.

“Trust isn’t the issue the issue is can I keep up with you. The answer is yes. Will I get bored with you before anyone else? I’ve let you have your way. But what do you think about me turning the tables on you? Maybe I setup an automatic masturbator for your use. While it’s doing its job, I’ll show you how I like having a fun time when you aren’t around. If you want your friends to witness a unique spectacle, no need to hesitate. Or I can let you use that dragon dick on me as my lips take care of your cock.” “Ana, this is a fresh side of your personality. But color me intrigued.” Jeff stood up from the table and moved to stand in front of Ana. He opened the front of his expensive jeans and t

Climbing the stairs, I hear Jeff talking to two of his friends 'Derek and Edmond. They are sitting on the couch watching me climb the stairs; Jeff's voice is very loud as he utters;”No…she's not my sister, We can all share her… it wouldn't be incest” I quickly hurry up the stairs, locking my door. Another day, I come back by five after biology class. We were having some sort of project. Walking upstairs, I find Jeff by my door waiting for me. There's some sort of expression on his face; “What are you doing here, Jeff?”