Realistic Creepypasta Encounters

Jeff the Killer, First Edition

You were just hanging out in your room at 3am, listening to music and looking at fanart. Just your average night.
You heard a sudden pound on the window. You quickly hid your phone and pretended to be asleep. It was probably just some animal or something. You pulled your phone back out and put your earbuds in.

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There it was again.

Just animal, you told yourself. Just a rock or something... How would a rock go flying at your window without someone throwing it, you thought.

You watched the window, petrified. The screen was coming out of the window.
A man wearing a white hoodie, stained with red climbed quietly through the window with a practiced motion.

"Why hello, (Y/N)!" said the man.
He pulled back his hood to reveal a mutilated face, a permanent smile carved into his face, no eyelids, and skin whiter than snow.

"I suppose you want to know the name of your to be killer... Well, whether you want to know or not, the name is Jeffery Woods. Jeff for short." said the man who called himself Jeff. His expanded grin became larger as pulled out a knife. A true maniac. Completely insane...

You were too petrified to scream as he advanced towards you.

"Go. To. Sleep."

*Okay, I might have sort of broken my promise about reader-chan dying, but still. I mean, you could have a 1% chance of surviving... Like usual, it's up to you to imagine the rest.