Creepypasta Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

I try to find her she was no where to be seen then I also became invisible trying to find her, I could see her shadow running towards the room. I followed her then she came out with a silver knife. She threw it , Jeff saw her and quickly jump to defend me. it pierc d straight into Jeff's heart, I came out of my shadows and screamed NO! tears dripped down my face. " Jeff, you can't do this to me,stay with me? I knew this was going to happen that is why I never wanted you to come" I said weeping. " You are a survivor, I have lived too much. I need rest, I don't want to be immortal anymore, listen you have to finish this or she will ruin all packs and promise me you will take over your empire

I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough to face off with someone who could overcome Jeffrey. Then Jeffrey stumbled beneath a streetlamp, holding a scruffy, bloodied man in a headlock. “Jeffrey?” I asked. “What’s going on?” “This is your stalker,” Jeffrey grunted, struggling to keep his hold on the man. “Alexander Chevalier, the Bloody Knight. He’s the most well-known assassin in the werewolf criminal underworld.” Jeffrey pulled something out of Chevalier’s pocket and tossed it to me. The smooth fabric was immediately familiar. My favorite scarf.

And now the wolves were at the door. Two nights ago, Viktor (the syndicate’s enforcer) sent me a photo: Jessy asleep in her dorm bed, taken from inside her room. Message attached: One week, Marko Or we come collect ourselves. I’d known this day was coming since the crash that killed her parents. I’d promised my sister on her deathbed I’d protect her daughter. Instead I’d dragged the girl into my war. But I had one card left. Jeffrey... Twenty-one years old, computer science prodigy, trust-fund brat on paper, complete fucking psycho underneath. He’d hacked my entire system at nineteen just to watch Jessy change clothes. When I confronted him, he didn’t deny it. He begged.

And then the creature was consuming him while his heart stuttered to stay alive and his mind cried out for another chance. All around him the ghosts of the women he had raped and killed, the men Walter had encouraged him to torture, floated into his mind. The rain beat down on his upturned face. The creature dropped him into the mud with a sickening thud. Jeff squirmed, tried to crawl, turned his head to see a wolf approaching from the timberline. He tried to make a sound, but there was only a gasping wheeze. Zendedari crouched down and looked him in the eye, completely dispassionate, watching the glaze creeping into the depths of Jeff’s staring eyes. "You go to a hell you deserve, human," h

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

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.”

He said as his body shakes and his emotions begin to betray him. “He should be brought to book. “Jeffrey is a poisonous venom and should be terminated right now before he can infect the society and lead the young people astray”. He said angrily repeating the same thing over and over again. He was forced to leave the studio as he was no longer making sense due to his emotional betrayal as his suit became soaked in tears and his eyes looked so red and scary. “JEFFREY NOW KNOWN AS JEFSEXY: DAD DISOWNED SON IN A MOMENT OF TEARS."

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

“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.

She didn't want to keep talking to a madman. "It's fake," Jeffrey laughed eerily, his voice chilling. "The body was fake. No one noticed, but I did. Heather ran away. She got bored of us and threw us away. She's gone! "Liesel, she's watching you. Where is she? Ashthorne? Bloomfield? Huntaria? Matristan? No one knows where she is. No one can because she won't let us find out. "She's a self-centered lunatic…" Jeffrey began to laugh uncontrollably again. Tears streamed down his face again when he mentioned Heather. He lay on the floor and started screaming Heather's name repeatedly.