Creepypasta Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

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.

Rex said, thoughtfully. “She died a few hours ago,” Jeffrey pronounced in a matter-of-fact way. Rex was not only shocked about the news, but he was completely taken aback by the apathy shown by Jeffrey over the death of his mother. Seeing his father’s surprise, Jeffrey smirked. “Did you expect me to be sad and tearful? We wish for death in this place. In fact, we long for it. You’ll see what I mean soon enough.” He scratched his head in thought. “They bred mother until her body gave out and then they turned her into a servant while they waited for her to die. I don’t know why they don’t just kill us instead of letting us deteriorate like that. It’s twisted. Then, they’re a very twiste

"You know, blow each other. It'll be better than jerking off again. Don't tell me you won't be rubbing one out tonight either." "Are you serious, Jeff?" "I'm dead serious. No one has to know." I didn't know if he was messing with me and I figured I'd call his bluff so I said, "Okay, you go first." Jeff replied, "Okay, whip it out but if you don't do me, I'll kill you."

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

I have been doing that all these years. “Girl, you good?” a croaking voice I am now familiar with reminding me of my still being alive. I didn’t say a word to her making her sigh loudly. She did not say anything making me believe she was actually gone till the voice came again. “You can’t keep hiding in here forever. You are the bravest skull head I know. You’re a sadist and my dad’s murderer but I can’t help but still like and aspire to be like you. The fact you do not let any man bring you down is everything beautiful. The ‘killer’ the world is afraid of will never act like this. This is far from you being yourself.” Each word whispered behind the door.