A Deadly Smile (Jeff the Killer Fanfic)

A Deadly Smile (Jeff the Killer Fanfic)

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When you're in a band, do you really have time for sexy killers to be sneaking into your house when your asleep? No. You do not have time for such shenanigans. But Elizabeth Fairview, lead singer and guitarist of her town famous band, The Darkened Boulevard, apparently has to make some fucking time because a certain bitch in a white hoodie won't leave her alone, even after she pounds his face in. To be perfectly honest, Elizabeth is a hardcore otaku, creepypasta fan, Homestuck fan, and of course a lover of bands. So technically, she should feel lucky. One of four of her dreams are coming true, but maybe not in the way that she wanted.... READ ON IF YOU MOTHERFUCKING DARE!!! :o)
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You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock. There are no footprints in the snow... It's his reflection. The story is called Home Alone. These are just some Creeypasta's. These Creepypastas do not belong to me, all rights reserved to the rightful owners. Read them if you want, I don't care.

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