My experience with Creepypasta

Jeff The Killer

Time: 00:23
Place: My living room

I sat on the couch with a knife in hand, I had just listened to all the Creepypasta backstory type things back to back and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't paranoid. After the few hours it took, I avoided electrical things and all that Creepypasta with the type of travelling ability could appear through. However, this didn't stop people like Jeff, Eyeless Jack or anyone who didn't have that ability. Except, all my doors and windows were shut and locked the things I had on hand were the knife, a torch and a few food items.

I heard a quiet (almost silent) version of Smile Dog's catchphrase, 'Spread the word'. Brushing it off as my paranoia, I hid deeper into the blanket I had over my head. Gripping the knife closer to my body, I glared around. Until I heard it. Footsteps. Footsteps so loud and real they couldn't be brushed off as my imagination. One pair sounded human, the other like a dog's footsteps would be like on a hard wood floor. There was nobody else in the house, and, although I had three dogs, they were all fast asleep. Besides, even if they weren't awake, the claws sounded like they were coming from upstairs. Probably my cousin's room. But my dogs weren't allowed up there, my cat hadn't come back for a while and my cousin was with my parents.

I decided, after some debating, that I would go up and investigate. Being a as quiet as possible, I tip-toed upstairs, wincing as I stepped on a rather loud stair, and walking to my cousin's room. I peered into the room, turning off the torch as I had memorised my house, and the moon was illuminating the room. What I saw horrified me. I gasped quietly, my fight or flight reflex kicking in. Flight was the strongest between the two. Tip-toeing back silently, I felt against the walls, until I got to the top of the stairs, in which I fell off of it and down the stairs, making a lot of noise. "Ow.. That hurt like a b...." I stared at the top of the stairs to see him. The infamous Jeff the Killer that almost everyone knows. His unnaturally white skin contrasting with the darkness, his pale grey hoodie brought out more by the darkness and blood splatters around it. His wide mouth carved into an unnerving smile, distant from the look of confusion and panic on his face.

I stood carefully, a wave of dizziness, which wasn't too uncommon now, washing over me. I grasped my head and stood still momentarily. Once it had gone, I stumbled to the couch and hid under the blankets. I felt nervous, of course, I was young and with all the stories, no matter what I did, Jeff would kill me. I also, however, felt happy. They were real. My favourite Creepypasta were real!

I was hit with two conclusions. The first was he was going to kill me. The second was those stupid Quotev quizzes were right and Jeff was either yandere or protecting me, but I wasn't going to jinx it.

I heard a creak. Jeff was coming down. "Go...." Oh no. "To..." And I'm dead. "Sle-

My eyes opened and I gasped. Just a dream. Wait... That piece of paper wasn't there before... I stand up and walk to the paper, opening it very so slightly. 'I'll see you tomorrow, princess' was written in pen, red pen, to be exact, as my very own red pen lay at its side.

FOTC

Jeff the Killer (Jeffrey Woods) is the first out of the three '... the Killers' and the first story of the Woods siblings, Homicidal Liu being his younger brother. Jeff is also one of the few Creepypasta with multiple story mentions, Mentioned in Nina's, Jane's, Eyeless Jack's, Homicidal Liu's and possibly a few others.