Yours Sincerely, Jeff the Killer

"Look at me, mum... I'm beautiful!" He exclaimed, his eyes shining full of mischief. His mother stumbled back, fear plastered on her face. What a disgusting and horrifying image met her eye; her dearest son carving a huge smile into his butchered cheeks. "S-sweetie?" She cried, trying not to wince. "Why have you done this to yourself?" "You wanted a beautiful son... Now you have one!" The boy picked up the knife with the blood dripping on the bathroom floor. The droplets echoed through the silence between them. "But you... You're not beautiful, mum." He shook. "B-but I can change that!" He grinned, stepping closer and closer to the woman. "J-Jeff, put the knife down! Jeff! Stop it!" She cried, raising her hands to protect her face. "Jeff?"