Jeff The Killer Creepypasta Story Novels & Stories

We still had that talk between us. "Are you planning to get yourself drunk at my party? "If that is what it will take for me to forget about Dahlia and everything that happened here tonight" "You know that I can speak about it that whoever speaks About it will be killed off" "You don't have to do all that, I am sure boy Many people will remember it except they want to be punished by me as well" Jeff was another werewolf who was feared in the pack, he was strong and knew how to handle situations when I was gone, I admire Hon a lot for always being there even when I didn't ask for it.

I don't know how long it lasted, but suddenly Jeff started to tell a story. "One day, a beautiful and shy Ms. Kourtney was walking in the garden. Then a pornographer set his sights on her. He walked slowly towards her. Jeff said and pounced on her. He pinned her against a tree and proceeded to kiss her. The young lady was terrified and screamed desperately, "Help! Help me! Anybody could save me, please!” But unfortunately, this garden was too far away. No one came to help her. For there was no one else in this garden but the two of them. He whispered in her ear. "So she had to suffer the pornographer's rape in silence." Kourtney's body went limp as she heard this.

Cylo shouted loudly, crossing his arms over his chest as if to protect his body. Jeff whistled as he continued to stare hungrily at Cylo. He crawled on the mattress to get closer to this hired killer. Cylo panicked even more. He was really afraid of being raped by this dominant man. The closer Jeff got, the further he moved away. He was so scared that he even closed his eyes. This was a real disaster. “Hahaha... I'm just kidding, honey,” Jeff said suddenly after he was satisfied with teasing this cute man. Cylo was instantly annoyed that the mafia boss was playing with him. “Bastard—” His words were cut off because his heart suddenly started beating fast when he saw Jeff laughing freely.

"My dear Angelie, don’t worry. Our love story isn’t over. It’s just getting started." ******** Grandpa Lu walked into his room, removed his shoes, and reached for the light switch. As the lights came on, he nearly shouted. "Holy Moses!" Jeff was sitting calmly on the edge of the bed, legs crossed. "You scared the life out of me! Sitting in the dark like a statue. What is wrong with you?" Jeff stood slowly. "I wasn’t sure when you’d be back. But I needed to see you. Is sweet knowing the most feared Jacob Lu is afraid of the dark."

"I don't need his help." "Good," Jeff sneered. "I didn't want to help you anyway. Someone like you should've been dead long ago." His eyes narrowed, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Leave that wound untreated, and it'll fester. Maybe even get tetanus. Imagine that—you, taken out by an infection! If I sold that story, I'd be set for life." Myron and Marcia froze at his words.

Jake Jefferson’s body had been disposed of. Poison had gotten creative and Jake knew that he’d never be found. Maybe there was something wrong with him, because he didn’t care, not that his brother was dead or that his parents would never have closure. Jefferson had been delusional. He’d never been the golden boy, it had always been Jefferson. His mother didn’t even remember his favorite meal, but like all things from his past, he simply put it out of his mind and carried on with his life.

Kevin grabbed him by the neck and slowly lifted him off his feet. “Please man, let me go—don’t kill me,” he pleaded, visibly trembling in fear. “I’m begging you, man. Please, don’t kill me.” Kevin took a second to look at him. Feeling nettled by the constant pleading, he snapped his neck as if he was nothing, then tossed him away. A thud sounded behind after his body dropped. He turned to glare at the rest of them. They huddled together, shivering in fear. They knew not to move. One of them peed his pant when Kevin started walking towards them. He wasn’t in a hurry to kill them all. He wanted to hear them beg first before he killed them—one after another.

I hated to ask, but I was glad he was dead and out of the picture, plus less of a challenge for me. “Jeff used to be a hunter” A wave of shock ran down my spine. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yup, he used to come to the Silver crow packhouse and do business with Allen, I never trusted him from the get-go, his information was always a bit shady, so one day I followed Jeff back home to see what he was up to and from the opened window I saw him with our girl, beating her badly” My hands balled into a fist, that’s right, sunshine is our girl “What did you do?”

’ Billy’s face lit up with positivity as soon as I uttered the word ‘No’. ‘So, why don’t you want to talk about it my pretty? ‘Because Billy, I am a murderer. I cannot believe that not too long ago, I Petunia just killed two people.’ I stood up from where I was sitting and walked towards the window. I started crying hysterically, almost forgetting that Billy was still in the room. It began to hit me that, two sisters were dead and I was the killer. ‘Okay okay okay, calm down my pretty,’ Billy held me and spoke softly to me. ‘You don’t want your neighbours to know what we had done right? So sit down and just breath.’ He held me gently and placed me on the bed in a sleeping position.

I sniffed back the tear about to the drop and gently placed the man on the floor shutting his creepily opened eyes, I placed his hands by his side properly, rose up to my feet, bowed my head and turned to Treyton, "Jeff must die!" __ It wasn't easy for two soldiers, one who is experienced and another who has just a little knowledge about fighting. "Is there some kind of spell that brings back dead corpses to life and times there soul by three," I asked breathing heavily as I watched the body of Jeff's soldier lying helplessly on the ground. "Why?" Treyton asked, equally confused. "Cus why in moon's name won't they stop increasing," I rose up from my half bent position and thrust the sword ti