Creepypasta Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

“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?”

I grunted. "Jeffery is dead," Jerry revealed. I blinked in surprise as Jerry explained that Jeffery had fled the safe house to confront his ex-mate Alice. Somehow, she had wielded time-freeze magic, a formidable ancient power, and killed him. James had subsequently disposed of the evidence, leaving me to process this shocking development.

At first, we were convinced that whoever was doing this attacked only girls, until Jeff's dead body was found floating on the lake. Jeff was one of the star quarterbacks in the town's high school, barely in his sophomore year. He'd gone missing for days, just like the others before him and had turned up in front of his parents house, dead. His mother was devastated and had almost committed suicide. I couldn't blame her. He was the only child she'd been blessed with and children were an almost rarity amongst supernaturals. Now, everyone between the ages 15-20 was seated in the Town square,our parents sitting opposite us.

The sight I saw is what already has, and what will haunt my slumbering hours for the rest of my life. The first thing I noticed were the dark pools of color across the sheets, illuminated by the moonlight trickling in from the window. Blood. There was blood EVERYWHERE. I withdrew the sheets with trembling hands and fell to my knees in despair when my father’s severed head rolls from the bed with the disruption of the sheets, making a loud thud. My hands hover over his cheeks, shaking with waves of tears and hiccupped sobs. My eyes trace over his features as if there was any possible hope, this wasn’t real. He looked peaceful at least, murdered without even waking up I suspect. His neck is se

Parker was looking at him with questioning eyes. "It’s Jake Michelle...." "Oh my Goddddd". Jeffery fell down on his knees before he ran inside the bedroom frantically. Lucas and Parker followed him too; afraid he might wake up the boy, Liam. "Liam. Open your eyes. Open your eyes please". Jeffery was sitting on the floor by the bed, frantically kissing his hand, caressing his face with tears streaming down his cheeks. "Jeffery you gonna wake him up. What has happened to you"? Parker asked in a hushed voice.

“Oh, I really hope she does. If she falls to her death, even better. I’m sorry that it didn’t happen. You’re still alive too, you as*. I’ve had enough of our marriage. I’m leaving you.” Alejandro gave Jeffrey a kick, then stepped on his face. “Do you know who I am? Do you know why I’m here?” Jeffrey’s heart froze. “M-Mr. Smith…” Jeffrey had heard of the Smith family’s tactics, so he panicked and wet himself. The air was filled with the smell of pee, which made Alejandro frown. He took two steps back in disgust. “You’ve got some f*cking nerve, doing shady business by killing people. Your time’s up, Jeffrey Orange.”

Its jaw slacked and released its hold. Jeff jerked his head at the sound of a resounding thump, then realized it was his heart. His vision tunneled, and a pressure buzzed inside his head. Oh my god! Pakora! He looked down at the cat in horror. I’ve never killed anything larger than a bug before, much less someone’s pet! He fumbled with the key in his palm as it slickened with sweat. The world spun, reminding Jeff of a carnival ride from childhood. Once, Preston and some other kids asked Jeff if the sideshow workers abandoned him. It made him feel like a monster.