Devilish || Creepypasta story ||

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As time quickly goes by we pull up into the driveway of a nice white house surrounded by beautiful bunches of trees, I can barely see the neighbors, this is a beautiful place to live. "Are you ready?" Jeff asks as he moves something sharp looking in his coat pocket. I look back up at him and say, "yeah".

We walk up to the big white door, I can see a man that looks to be in his late 40's sitting on a puffy brown chair reading the newspaper. Jeff takes my left hand in his as we walk around the house. "Why aren't we going to knock at the front door?" I ask but get no response except for Jeff putting a finger up to his lips saying "shhh".

We walk up to the back door which is a lot smaller than the front door, Jeff opens it and walks inside dragging me along with him. He closes the door so slowly like he doesn't want to be heard. What are we breaking into this house or something? I almost giggle at the thought. But I could see Jeff doing something like that, even know I haven't known him long.

I watch Jeff walk up the stairs, as I follow him into the first room on the right he pulls out the knife from his pocket. My eyes widen and I grab his wrist, but that doesn't stop him from stabbing the woman that's sleeping in a bed. He stabs her neck twice as I step back around the doorway.

Jeff comes running out with blood on his hands and face, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you", he says as he grabs my hand and leads me over into the room with the woman. "Stay here", he demands and then runs out into the room across, he opens the door and I see a little girl in a pink dress look up at Jeff, and then to me.

Jeff closes the door behind him, I hear her cry and soon I hear her kicking and screaming, I know the doors closed but I know what he's doing to her. I can't believe he would rape such a young girl, I can't believe he would ever kill anyone, what kind of monster is he!? Why hasn't he killed me yet? He probably will soon...

I hear nothing except footsteps coming closer to the door, I see it open and Jeff appears in the doorway. He puts on his coat and then walks up to me. "Are you scared?" He asks, I nod. "Well, I'm here to protect you, not hurt you, you have no need to worry Clarabelle".

We hear footsteps running up the stairs, it must be the man that was in the brown chair, considering how heavy the footsteps are. Jeff goes over and as soon as the man reaches the final step Jeff pushes him back down. I hear the tumbling of the mans body until the tumbling stops. I walk over and look down, he looks... broken, his arm is twisted backwards and his right leg is backwards as well.

"Is he moving?" Jeff asks, "no" I tell him as I watch the man carefully. "Why are you doing this to their family?" I ask looking into Jeff's cold dark eyes, "we need a place to stay right?" He says as he walks to the next room on the left. As he holds his knife, he opens the door, smiles, and walks into the room.