Jeff The Killer Birthday Novels & Stories

“Yeah, I know. That’s what they all say. But it’s not true. They both died in a car accident.” I sat up straighter, a chill crawling down my back. “Wait… a car accident?” I asked. He nodded. “Yeah.” “Do you remember the date?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He paused. “October 18.” I froze. My eyes widened as the glass in my hand suddenly felt heavier. Kyle turned to look at me. “Are you okay?” “October 18,” I murmured, “That’s my birthday.” He was silent, just watching me.

Just muttered, "I like it." He didn't notice. Or maybe he was just too wiped from playing house with Sabrina. "You like it, that's all that matters. I'm gonna shower," he said. He disappeared into the bathroom. By the time he came out, I was already in bed, facing the wall. Silent. He wrapped his arms around me. Same bed, totally different worlds. *** Then came my birthday. Derrick threw his usual party—surprises, cake, the works. Picture-perfect.

The betrayal burned deep. Before I could even process it, the speakers around the whole beach started glitching loud. Music cut off mid-beat. Then a cold, clear voice boomed across the entire party: “WELCOME TO THE SIXTY-FIFTH BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION OF A MURDERER WHO KILLED HIS WIFE FIFTEEN YEARS AGO…” Gasps and whispers exploded everywhere. “…AND GUESS WHO HE IS?” People froze mid-drink, mid-dance.

I wasn’t sure if she was trying to perk up my mood or Caleb’s. Caleb looked up and smiled softly at his mother. “You’re right, Mom. Happy birthday, Jocelyn.” My eye ticked at the use of my full name. He knew I hated it, so Caleb took great delight in using it whenever he could. “Happy birthday in two days, you mean,” my father chuckled. Caleb grunted. “Yeah, that’s what I mean.” Caleb’s birthday was July 9th. I knew this. I’d memorized the fact the moment his mother had told me.

Ryn revealed, wanting her to confirm the date. “How did he find out? She had never once celebrated her birthday as Taylor – not to the public that is”. December 25 was Kate's birthday, which meant it was Taylor's birthday too. They – Andrew and her – had decided to leave her birthday, as changing it would mean getting a new birth certificate, which wasn't worth the stress. “How did old man Donovan figure out Taylor's birthday…. Unless__”, as the realization hit her. His words replaying in her head. "My best friend's granddaughter also had a car accident ... .her body was never found ... .she would have been the same age as you….. December 25th?".

Just not yet when I was not sure how he would handle the weight of such information, especially if he knew how he was going to die. No. Not going to die. How he died in my past life. I had already proved that I could change the future. There was no way my past life was going to repeat itself. “We did not celebrate your seventeenth birthday,” I reminded him. Usually, Daniel would throw up a fuss if we forgot his birthday or if we remembered and did not celebrate it. Now, he casually shrugged. “Jodie did. Besides, you did not celebrate yours either. I tried to bake you a cake. Who knew you would choose that day to go on a border expedition?”

Felix was stunned and replied, "It's the twenty-seventh of October. Why do you ask, Mr. Lester?" Frederick seemed lost in thought for a while, then he shook his head. "It's nothing. Let's go!" - [Happy birthday, Ms. York! Hope you have a wonderful one!] Jennifer looked at the birthday greetings on her phone, and couldn't help but smile wryly. She never expected that on her twenty-eighth birthday, the only birthday wishes she would receive would be from the bank.

Has he forgotten that this is the day that his beloved wife died? “D-Dad, today is my birthday. Can you please not beat me more today?” I asked barely a whisper when he stopped for a while. Dad, can’t you love me just for today because it’s my birthday? It’s my 18th birthday today. I should be in the ceremony today receiving recognition for reaching this age. “Are you proud of the day that you killed your own mother?! Do you want me to celebrate it with you?! Huh!” He raised his hand again and beat me like he always does while I am silently crying hoping for this to end.

"Exactly what it sounds like." He let out a tired sigh. "It was just a birthday. Stop making a scene. Wait at home—I'll be back soon." I had just returned with my mom's ashes when Mike walked through the door. The marks on his neck were fresh—Cathy's kisses still clinging to his skin. How obvious. It must have been intense. My mom had died from sheer fury, and while I was arranging her funeral, Mike had been in bed with another woman. He hadn't even bothered to show up.

Some other children would comb my hair in class and treat me like one of their toys and when I stare back at them in anger, they'll say; “She looks like my cat when she's angry!” “Krystal, can you see in the dark? I heard cats can!” It becomes worse after Mum's death two years later because Jeff starts his bullying and torture. The day after Mum's death was my tenth birthday. I stand in her hospital room the whole time until the clock ticks twelve the next day, 'my birthday'. Since my tenth birthday, I have never celebrated my birthday. Probably because of my memory of Mum's pale face. I watch her white lively face slowly turn pale, her colourful sense of fashion is changed to all black as