Jeff The Killer Creepypasta Story Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I snickered and he rolled his eyes as I pointed at my penis. “Can you at least take this to your room?” he asked and I shook my head “did you not just hear what I said to you?” I asked him and I gave him my full attention as he wanted and he raised his hands in surrender and walked away. Jeff knew me well enough to know when I didn’t want to be messed with, I had just found out my parents had died and even though I didn’t know how they had died I already knew that they were killed.

I signed in defeat as I looked at Jeff , the blonde hair packed to the back with the tattoos that never helped his sadistic look. I don’t know” I groaned in confusion as I ran my hands through my hair over and over again. What about her? Who? Jeff stared at me and glared hardly. You don’t plan on dragging her into your sick world, the woman had gone through one of the worst traumatic things and I think she needs a break. My mouth curls into a smile as I stare at Jeff this was the first time he would ever try to show concern on anyone and it was shocking but that wasn’t the case.

His eyes were wild with panic, but it was the guilt that shone through the most. Wynnie had enough of his excuses. She presented the proof of Jeff's recent reckless real estate and stock market ventures, all based on his foreknowledge from a previous life. Anyone would be hard-pressed to deny he had such memories. "You faked your own death in your previous life, letting us all believe Kelvin was your killer. We despised him because of you! Now, you've chased him away on purpose, Jeff! He's been paying for your mistakes for over ten years. Do you even have a heart?!"

"They were like a different species, totally different from us. Only that they were too naive and knew nothing about violence." "It must have been a heaven." Sandra nodded, her next word interrupted by Jeff's whisper. "There's one of the Killer mummies heading over." "Do you think they heard us?" Wei asked. "No." Jeff stayed fix in his position. "This one is different. It feels as if he is looking back at me." "What do you—" Salvador was about to head over when Jeff jumped aside, blood gushing out of his right shoulder from where he was hit. "Fuck."

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

I opened the door for her and led her inside, while my mind was already spinning with the lies I was about to feed her about Ubi. "Son, is there a problem? Did you fight with someone? Is that why you look like this?" she asked, concern all over her face. I made myself look even sadder. "I was beaten up over jealousy, Ma'am." She gasped. "What? If you don't mind me asking, son, why would someone be jealous of you? God... you poor thing." I nearly laughed. Turns out she was a gossip too. "Remember Jheanne?" I asked.

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.

and walked into the building. Clearly, I had bet right. Back in my last life, when Wallace strangled me to death with his bare hands, I already knew he was an extreme and dangerous man. And this time, it was even worse. His own wife had cheated on him. For a man like him, that kind of humiliation was unbearable. If he could beat his own wife to death, then killing Shane was hardly surprising. After Shane died, my life finally grew peaceful again. After dying once, I let go of a lot of things.