Jeff's pov
the sirens blared as I threw the knife and ran down the stairs. I almost got caught, yet I could have finished. I saw the blood begin staining the father's shirt. Why hadn't I just killed the boy five seconds earlier like I had killed lou? it made my blood boil. they were the only people standing in the way between her and I.
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in love with a killer 67695(jeff the killer)
Fanfictioncreepasta/Jeff the killer fan fic.