Creepypasta Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

"Exactly. What is shadow is someone we know? And he is wicked and clever enough how to circulate the evidence to play with us. We became his playthings, and he is getting a kick out of seeing everyone grieving. Clyde scoff. "This human isn't eligible to be called human after all," Dad put his hand on the table and lean his body forward, facing us. "Don't trust anyone, except us inside this room," ~~ Third Person POV Jeffrey is bitting his lower lip while playing a prn on his hand; staring at the printed photos of Everleigh, Raven, Mr. Scott, Clyde, Vince, Mike, Mr. Hunderson, Dr. Geraldine, and his father. Yes, Jeffrey is even targeting his own father.

Cylo shouted loudly, crossing his arms over his chest as if to protect his body. Jeff whistled as he continued to stare hungrily at Cylo. He crawled on the mattress to get closer to this hired killer. Cylo panicked even more. He was really afraid of being raped by this dominant man. The closer Jeff got, the further he moved away. He was so scared that he even closed his eyes. This was a real disaster. “Hahaha... I'm just kidding, honey,” Jeff said suddenly after he was satisfied with teasing this cute man. Cylo was instantly annoyed that the mafia boss was playing with him. “Bastard—” His words were cut off because his heart suddenly started beating fast when he saw Jeff laughing freely.

"What's this that popped up out of nowhere today?" The photo showed a young guy with a chest crisscrossed with nasty scars. I knew right away—it was Jeffrey's secret account. It looked like the old beggar was gearing up to leech off Jeffrey's youth after swapping health with Juliet. A comment popped up. [Looks like you're dealing with some old guilt, huh?] The cry for help was zapped from the internet in no time. Just a few minutes later, Jeffrey's text buzzed in. [Yazzy, did you check out the car and house I told you about?]

In that moment, getting to Victor was all that mattered. The door to Jeff's room—the room directly above the living room—was already unlocked, so she threw it open. Jeff was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. His face had been slashed with five straight lines like the claws of some giant creature had ripped into him to the point where he was barely recognizable, but she knew it was him. Blood streamed down either side of his mouth, and there was a massive, gaping hole in his chest where his heart had once been.

“You weren’t going to tell me, were you? That the man in Liam’s house, the one you called your father wasn’t even him?” I froze, the paper half-open in my hand. “What are you talking about?” “Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Emmalaine!” she snapped, slamming her hand against the vanity. “It’s right there, printed for the entire city to read. Jeffrey killed your father months ago, and you just, what? paid someone else to take his place?” I stared at the headline. ALPHA JEFFREY EXECUTES IMPOSTER IN COLD BLOOD — CONNECTION TO LUNA UNCONFIRMED.

“I remembered whose scent was in your house, Fierce. I came to warn you.” My eyes met his, and my mind connected the dots. “You're talking about the scent of...” He nodded. “Jeff.” The words hit me like stones, confirming my suspicions. Jeff, the werewolf who once belonged to our pack, was now implicated in the disappearance of my children. A shiver ran down my spine as I processed the information. “You felt it too?” He nodded again. “Yes, it was Jeff who was in your house.” At that moment, Caleb woke up, seemingly awakened by the situation's urgency. His eyes met mine, questioning. “What's happening?”

“You’re so weird. I’m telling you the truth here, why don’t you believe me?” “You want me to believe you?” Jeffrey laughed out loud as if he had just heard the funniest joke ever. “Do you think you can trick me, little deadbeat loser? I’m Jeffrey Weaver!” Charlie asked curiously, “Are you famous? Why haven’t I heard of you before?” Jeffrey sneered, “Weaver Pharmaceuticals, have you heard it before? I’m the general manager of the company.” Charlie shook his head. “I’m sorry, I haven’t heard of it.”

“Your name before you pass out on me?” That’s when Jeff realized she was correct the light-headedness was not going away it was getting worse. The light was not getting dimmer. He was sinking very slowly into unconsciousness. “Jeffery… Jeffery Bandor.” With that, it was lights out. ———————————————

Jeff revealed, his eyes distant as if retracing his steps. The weight of his past actions and the loss he had endured were evident in his demeanor. "Why do you want to take revenge?" Drake's question hung in the air, his curiosity genuine as he sought to understand the motivations behind Jeff's desires. Jeff's voice wavered as he responded, his tone carrying a heaviness that seemed to be the result of years of suppressed emotions. "My family was killed," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "My wife and three children were killed on the same day at my old house."

But the paranoia was eating me alive, and Jeff was the closest thing I had to a friend on this team. I had to know. “Hey,” I said carefully, keeping my voice low. “Have you ever… I mean, this is going to sound weird, but have you ever seen anything strange? Around the team?” Jeff turned to look at me, one eyebrow raised. “Strange how?” “Like…” I struggled to find words that wouldn’t make me sound insane. “Like, I don’t know. Vampire strange?” The silence that followed was deafening. Then Jeff burst out laughing… loud and genuine, the kind of laugh that made other people turn to see what was so funny. “Vampires? Are you fucking serious right now?”