Creepypasta Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

He laughed, shaking his head. "Mr. Jeffers, I promise you this is real. I've done the research, and what I find most intriguing is Darick 'The Bloodthirsty’, leader of The Brooklyn Blood Brothers, has done some horrible things that’ll surely make the front page,” I explained, trying to keep my voice even. "Such as…?" Mr. Jeffers waved his hand, motioning for me to continue. "Rumor has it that he leaves gruesome bite marks on the neck of his victims," I whispered, hoping the suspense would win Mr. Jeffers over. “Vampiristic marks.”

she asked him, suddenly afraid. “You, of course,” he said, and smiled. “Why? Who are you?” she asked him. “Jeffrey,” he said, but Kari was still confused. “Your boyfriend killed my brother.” “What are you talking about?” Kari frowned. Kyle didn’t have an older brother, she thought. “Kyle was an only child.” “Interesting. So he’s killed more than once,” Jeffrey said, and she frowned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” “George! He killed George, and somehow made it look like an accident!” Jeffrey yelled at her.

he questioned with knitted eyebrows—couldn’t take his eyes off the birds. “I don’t know, sir. But whatever that thing was, it’s definitely a part of Beocraft.” Derik looked over Jeffrey’s body, blood was gushing from his neck. “That creature shot him to keep him from spitting out what he knew about C-Murek.” “There goes our one shot at finding the man who kidnapped your daughter.” Alex heaved disappointedly, looking at the body. Suddenly, Jeffrey’s body expanded and slowly transformed into the body of someone else. No sooner, his body morphed into an entirely different person. It was no longer the body of a teenager, but now an adult. William blinked in surprise as he watched the body transf

Our fingers tangled on the rail—and our eyes widened at the same time. At the end of the lower hallway, Lucille’s bedroom door clicked open. Jeffery crept out on his tiptoes, shoes clutched in one hand, looking around like a criminal. He took three steps before his eyes drifted upward and locked onto us. Jeffery let out a high-pitched shriek, nearly dropping his boots. “Holy shit! Why are you two standing there like creepy twins from a horror movie?” My grip on his hand tightened. “Joffery. Why the fuck are you sneaking out of my Lucille’s room at seven in the morning?”

I chuckle at that. Life is surely complicated! Very complicated! Inwardly, I thank God that Jeff is still alive, though he looks completely different.... For the millionth time, I curse George over and over again. When Jeff finally leaves, I feel like a part of me has left with him. He has revealed alot of stuff, including the fact that his body was allegedly cremated following his fake will which Jasper his lawyer produced. In his place, a homeless man was cremated and they all believed they cremated George!

“He’s dying, Craig.” Craig glanced over his shoulder at Dr. Stanley Jeffers, chief resident. Tall, gaunt, with bloodless lips and a black widow’s peak, he looked like a classic Universal Movie Mad Scientist instead of country hospital doctor. Craig shivered. Dr. Jeffers had freaked them all out as kids, and Craig imagined that no matter how many peppermints he distributed when treating pediatrics, Dr. Jeffers still freaked all the kids out. Craig’s scalp burned. And he thought he smelled Old Spice, Pop’s favorite cologne.

All I had was the truth, and the tiny, breathing reality in my arms. The light from the Reaper intensified, then collapsed inward with a sound like a universe sighing. Where the massive construct had been, a single figure now stood, knee-deep in the dust. Jeff. He looked exactly as he had in the penthouse. The same face, the same eyes. He was dressed in simple, dark clothes, but they looked out of place, a costume. He was a creature of pure energy wearing the skin of a man. He took a step forward, then another, his movement unnervingly smooth. He didn't seem to walk so much as translate across the space between us. In moments, he was standing before me, close enough to touch.

moment I knew I was safe with Jeff and knew he was serious about protecting me. I let it all out, I told him everything I knew. Everything that had happened leading up to Ketzias murder and even about my recurring dream that was really a memory. He listened quietly and asked very minimal questions. Once I was done I let out a sigh of relief. Telling Jeff all of this made me feel a bit better and it was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I wasn’t in this alone and that made it easier to breath. After I was done I expected him to freak out a bit about all this supernatural nonsense but he took it all in and acted like it was a normal Tuesday. He was asking me how the fire started but