Hi everyone. My name is Jeffrey Woods. You may know me by the name of Jeff the Killer. I'd like to tell you my story.
Yes, of course, I became insane, gutted my parents and older brother. But not everyone knows why I became a murderer.
Many people believe that all of this happened because of the three bastards... The way they mutilated me was the necessary trigger that pushed me to revenge. I felt like an outsider even before this, but this insident completely destroyed me.
My mom, my dear mom didn't support me, didn't help me to cope with the pain. My new face frightened her. I cut a smile on it to make her feel better. But she just kept crying... I realized that I was on my own.
My family started to reject me. I felt a growing sense of anger at the world. It was the last straw.
... You probably think me a heartless, callous bastard ... And you are right to! I really didn't feel guilty when I raised my hand with the knife at each member of my family! And, you know, I felt better.
I like to kill, I like to see how people are choking in their own blood – it makes me feel strong, this way I can cope with my pain. They hope to be saved, but I know that the smile on my face will be the last thing they see.
It's impossible to describe. It's like a gift which is not in everyone's power,
like a chance to stand out from the rock,
like becoming something beyond human understanding.
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