Jeff The Killer Pictures Novels & Stories

He had been a promising kid, fast with a blade and loyal to a fault. Now, he was a corpse. In a bid to humiliate him, they sat his body upright, his head lolling back against the chair, his eyes wide and vacant, staring at nothing. "My God, Uncle. Look at his chest," Nathaniel whispered. I stepped closer, my jaw tightening until it ached. Stefan’s designer shirt, once white, was now a deep, matted crimson. But it was what was pinned to the shirt that caught my eye.

I already knew he took the pictures, but now I needed to know why. I knocked once. I could hear low voices inside, but no answer came. Growing impatient, I pushed the door open slightly and stepped in. The voices were coming from his open laptop on the desk, but he wasn’t there. I called out his name. Then the bathroom door by the wall pulled open. Jeff walked out with water splashed over his face. He looked like a shadow of himself… pale, trembling, eyes wide with panic. “Jeff?” I drawled.

“Men exactly like us.” Jeffery’s jaw tightened slightly. The man reached inside his jacket afterward before bringing out a thick file carefully. “Here,” he said while extending it toward Jeffery. “Evidence. Everything here will let you know am not lying.” Logan collected it first before handing it toward Jeffery cautiously. For several long seconds, Jeffery simply stared down at the file without opening it immediately. But eventually, his fingers moved slowly against the edge before flipping it open. Photographs. Wedding pictures. Vacation pictures. Pictures of Clara smiling beside man standing in front of him.

“So, what will you have? I rarely get new faces in here.” “Uh… ma’am,” Jeffrey said, his voice tentative. “I’m actually here about Lewinski.” That stopped her. She turned, brows slightly raised. “Oh? What about him?” Jeffrey reached into his jacket, pulled out the photograph, and held it out. “He… might have some answers I’m looking for.” The woman took the picture carefully, her eyes darting from the image to Jeffrey’s face, studying him with a focus that made him shift in his spot. After a moment, she set the photo on the counter, poured him a glass of water, and gestured for him to sit.

Shaking, I snatched up my phone, pulled up that second-hand app, and shoved the screen in his face. "What's the deal with this? You posted this picture? And these comments, what's the story?!" There on the screen, words blinking back at us: Adrian 'The Butcher' Kane. Jeffrey took a quick look and burst out laughing. "Come on, it was just a stupid dare I lost with the boys. It was all in good fun!" "All in good fun?" My voice spiked with panic. "You plastered my picture all over the internet, telling everyone our door's wide open? Jeffrey, have you lost your mind?

“I’m talking about your plan with Pete Milestone. The zip ties, water, and sleeping pills in your car tells a different story, Jeff. Were you supposed to deliver me for your payment? Did it make you feel like a big, strong man to pin that murder on me?” Jefferson shook his head. “That fucking bitch just had to keep her mouth shut!” “Yeah … she left you for the same reason she left me. She really doesn’t condone murder, except yours. She knows I’m going to kill you and she’s upstairs right now, having a drink with my brothers. Who knows, she might even fuck one of them before the night’s over.” “He’ll be looking for me,” Jefferson said, and spat on the floor.

It was as if they possessed a mind of their own. There were pictures of Jeff and his sister ... the exact copies of the ones I was given back then in the dungeon, along with others I hadn’t been given, which showed them more clearly. That wasn’t all. Other pictures of me that were taken when I hadn’t come back yet to work for Jeff, as well as ones that were clearly taken after I came back to work for him, were in there too. There were also ones of Aurora and Janet, of the three of us chilling in our backyard, of our house, of me at the supermarket, and so on.