Creepypasta Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

"It wasn't love at first sight but after all, I was destined to fall for you. Jane…I am a con artist and I approached you with such intention. I knew you were Janet Clinton; Clinton Cole's daughter from the onset… of course, I did some background checks. I wanted the fun and I needed the dough." Jane groaned and her tears spilled. The truth was too painful to bear. Jeff left his seat and moved closer to her. "I'm... I mean... It's all in the beginning, you are so dare to me now and I…" "You wanted fun and the dough? Is that why you did that to my friend? Lisa Peterson! She is all I have but you crushed us!" Jane yelled bitterly. "What!?" Jeff yelled and staggered slightly. He fidgeted and to

No wonder a proud man like Jasper Beckett would fall head over heels for you. "Shut your trap!" Alyssa's expression turned cold. She employed her fierce and frosty gaze to conceal her overwhelming terror. "Jeffrey, you only have one option. Return with me to Solana City to expose Sophia's crimes and face the lawful punishment you deserve! Otherwise, tonight, you will be dead meat!" Jeffrey erupted in laughter. "Ms. Alyssa, why is it that you're just like Jasper? Both of you are relentless as long as you believe you still have a chance. Or, do all you plutocrats possess such arrogance to think that I wouldn't dare to kill you?"

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

“Let me explain to you who Jeff is. I grew up in this pack with Jeff. Right from our teenagehood, Jeff has been one of the most promiscuous wolves in this pack. He has gone out there and I’m sure he has slept with almost every single woman in this pack, including those who are mothers. That is Jeff. “Jeff slept with our form teacher. Jeff slept with one of the elders in the pack, and he wasn’t even the beta then. It was his father who was the beta. Jeff slept with Eric’s homeroom teacher. Jeff slept with his girlfriend’s sister and her stepsister and her half-sister.

Jeff stood and watched us with his big tent in our daddy old robe. We ran by him naked and into the big bed. “Get on your tummy’s, girls!” he barked. We giggled and did what he said, all excited. He turned Lena to 69 and had me lay on top of her. My pussy was in her face and her pussy was right in front of mine. “Start licking girls.” he said. We had never did this before and slowly got into licking each other. ’Our daddy’, (Jeff) got naked and began to lay on my back. I soon found out what he was up to. He slipped his hardon in my pussy as Lena licked my clit and his moving hardon. I began to squirm and moan as he fucked me deep from behind while Lena licked us both.

He looks at me. “How is that possible?” I ask is disbelief. “I have DNA results, Zane is Jeffrey’s son, he is 2 so timewise it follows that Anna has been planning this with him for years. They recurited David as bank roll, and then Thomas, Thomas brought in Kelvin, and then Anna manipulated Micheal. The poison at Green Hill was them. All the attacks, hiring the Roger’s brothers, all of it started with Jeffery. He has asked for a conversation, I am going to meet him in three days. We are going to sit down. So i was coming for you and the kids tomorrow either way. I can’t meet him weakened. I need full strenght. I need you,” He tells me.

Jeffrey's secret cash stash was the last place I expected to find a black USB drive. When I plugged it into my computer, a chill ran down my spine. Hundreds of gigabytes of voyeuristic photos and videos filled the screen. It was not just me; there were other girls, some in school uniforms, some housewives. Caroline and Jeffrey were not just dabbling in a dark hobby; they were seasoned criminals. They belonged to a ring that preyed on women, trapping them into paying off debts or worse, engaging in unspeakable trades.

She was still looking at the glowing monitor and replaying and watching over and over again the same videos that she must've already seen hundreds of times. "Jean, where's Stefan? Didn't he go with you? We have to quickly arrest him?" Said Mr. Gray as he began looking for his handcuffs and revolver. "He already went there," Jean responded. "After we looked at the report at the forensic lab, he quickly went to catch Dr. Killer before he ran away."

Jeff exhaled slowly, “The cameras at the protest were tampered with. There’s a gap in the footage, right at the moment the smoke bomb went off. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.” My heart sank, “So we have nothing.” “For now,” His eyes darkened, “But I’m not giving up.” I stared at him, searching his face, “What are you going to do?” Jeff’s jaw flexed, “I have people looking for him and I don’t mean just security, I mean people who know how to find ghosts.” A shiver ran down my spine, Jeff wasn’t just talking about private investigators, he was talking about people from his past. The past he’d tried to keep buried.

"I came home and slept beside him last night. I talked to him. I ate with him. He held my hand." I wiped my cheek. "He looked exactly like the man I've known." My voice became smaller. Helena remained quiet. "I don't know what to believe anymore." I took a shaky breath. "Adrian is dead. My husband may be someone else. There's an investigation into this hospital, children are missing, people are disappearing, and now someone is killing people and leaving their bodies here." I covered my face with one hand. "I'm confused, Helena." For the first time since all of this started, I allowed myself to sound as frightened as I actually felt.