Creepypasta shorts

Drunk Jeff

(Time to go tipsy! It's ya girl, Azeela! Ever heard of a drunk Jeff? Well now you have! On to the alcohol!)

3rd person POV

The bar was close to closing, and no one dared to move. Well, the people who were alive. Only about a third of the adults who were there were still alive. Jeff sat there at the counter, chugging a large glass of champagne like there was no tomorrow.
After belching, Jack slurred, "Bartender! Makezthiser one a doubles!"
(First time making someone drunk. We'll get through this together! Victory or Death! Sorry, obsessed with Voltron.)
Haley cautiously walked up to him and said, "J-j-Jeff, he can't. You k-killed him."
Groggily, he turned toward her and said, "Then youz gon gets mez ones!"
A man in the back got up and reached for his phone, but was cut short by Jeff's knife and had  his lower arm cut clean off!
Screaming, he fell down. People who were alive tried to wrap up his wound.
With a stifled scream, Haley climbed over the counter and checked the bottles.
"Which one do you want?"
"What do theys got?" Jeff said, almost falling off the bar stool, but quickly balanced himself.
"Uhh," Haley said, scratching the back of her neck. "Let's see... margaritas, tequilas, I think this is a container for beer."
"Oooh, heh heh, "Jeff said, "Get mez the beer! One-no, two! Three! Youknows what? Brings me the whole container!"
"I can't. It's nailed to the wall."
That was when Jeff half got off, half tumbled off the bar stool and staggered off to where Haley stood. Raising his knife, he hacked it off and dragged the container of beer behind him.
"Come on Haleykins! Let'sr go,"He said, and staggered out of the bar, right after stabbing a guy in the gut.
"Oh brother," Haley said, "Sorry everyone! You know how murderers are! Heh heh.
Jeff! Slow down! And don't call me, 'Haleykins'!"
That's when she ran off after him, and the bar has been empty ever since.

The end.