Jeff The Killer Unedited Novels & Stories

I laughed while I explained to him. Then I zoomed off, slamming my feet on the gas. The moment we hit the wire, a sickening slice tore through the silence. Jeffrey's body jolted. His head flew clean off like a doll's, flipping into the air before it rolled onto the side of the road. The car screeched to a halt. I laughed. Not the kind of laugh you hear every day-but that dark, unhinged, satisfied kind. The kind that echoes when justice is personal.

In that moment, getting to Victor was all that mattered. The door to Jeff's room—the room directly above the living room—was already unlocked, so she threw it open. Jeff was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. His face had been slashed with five straight lines like the claws of some giant creature had ripped into him to the point where he was barely recognizable, but she knew it was him. Blood streamed down either side of his mouth, and there was a massive, gaping hole in his chest where his heart had once been.

Devastating screams rose and fell, one after another! Just then, a crisp interrogation sounded from behind the bead curtains. Jeffrey held his bloodied head with a napkin as he parted the bead curtains furiously and roared, “You’re Theo Zander? So what you’re saying is that you will lay a hand on me as well?” Jeffrey was seething. He was only here to toy with some woman, but he got his head cracked open instead!

Theo fired back as his eyes twitched in outrage. "And be ready to expect her to get a high heart attack, probably for her to collapse and die at the scene. You would be awarded for the most dangerous human being for being behind the death of your closest siblings. Try it. It would surely be fun, don't you think?" Jeffery grinned with his blood-stained teeth wide open like a maniac in a horror movie. Damn! I feel like disappearing.

Less than 10 seconds later I receive a text. SLONE: Holy hell, girl, he’s FIIIIINE! ME: But is he a serial killer? SLONE: Nah, he’s way too hot! ME: So was Jeffrey Dahmer. SLONE: Would Jeffrey Dahmer let you take his photo? ME: Fair point. SLONE: If you don’t take a slice of that beefcake I will! ME: OMG!! SLONE: He he! (winking devil) Taking a deep, steadying breath, I cautiously step outside.

Jeff reached over and stopped the movie. We both took a moment to catch our breath before speaking. Jeff was the first to speak. “Oh god, that was incredible. You looked so sexy...” he said. “Are you going show me sometime how you jack that big thing when I’m not around?” I asked him. “Sure, as long as I can watch you play with that pretty, shaved pussy at the same time” he said. “So, is there any more on the tape?” I asked. “Yes, quite a bit. Do you want me to tell you about it?” he said. “No!” I said quickly. “That’s the second part of my plan. I want you to do to me, exactly what you did to her.”

"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

She needed to be sure the money went to the right person. She flipped through her mails but there was none from her blackmailer. She heaved a sigh and laid her head to rest. Tiny hands tugged at her as she closed her eyes to sleep. Voices that requested food and water yelled at her. Imaginary hands pulled at her hair and pressed in on her in her sleep. It was nightmarish. **** Jeff removed his hoodie right in the taxi. He removed the memory card in the dash cam of the car and formatted it on his phone.

He asked, facing one of the hidden cameras directly. “The one who you referred to as your enemy which I signed a contract with, perform hard on me. So hard that I screamed when he did it with me but you're such a lazy coward who thinks he has money and can control everyone". Jefsexy fired back in anger pointing his long fingers straight at him. "Oh I see. Jeffrey the cleaner is now a whore who danced to every beat he heard on the street. You're a prostitute." He fired back, raising his hands to demonstrate as he spoke.