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Moonstruck [Jeff the Killer]
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"The footsteps... They're gone..." Eternity knelt down, the snow seeping into her jeans, and touched a red spot. Blood. She stood up straight when she heard snow crunching beneath somebody's feet, and it was close. She started to turn, but her head made contact with something hard. Even in her state of unconsciousness, the laughter she had heard still made her heart pound.
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My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."Concluida
Forever Alone (Book 1 of the Misguided Killer Series)
Jeff has always felt the weight of being alone. Even with the other Creepypasta, he was the freak; the outcast. They believed he was demented and insane, and maybe he was. Did it matter? Did that insanity, something they all shared, make him undeserving of emotion? He felt. He wasn't cold and emotionless like people believed. He was a person and while he might be demented that didn't mean he couldn't feel. He could laugh, he could cry, he could feel fear. He could feel love. But never in front of others. Never. Despite the hand reaching for him through his darkness, he felt Forever Alone. Could that change? Could someone like him find someone to love?Concluida
The Killer Next Door {Jeff The Killer Romance Fanfiction}
I looked out my window to find Jeff, leaning against the big oak tree in his front yard. It was only 42 degrees out and the snow was falling softly. I squinted my eyes a little to see what he was doing with his hands. He was fiddling with his knife. I slid my window open and peeked my head out. "Jeff..!" I yelled down to him. He looked up at me. "What do you want??" He asked irritably. "What the hell are you doing outside!? Its the middle of winter!" I said. He smirked. "Aww, the pretty bitch is worrying about me. How sweet." He said in a harsh, sarcastic, way. I rolled my eyes. __________________________________ __________________________________ Taylor Jones, a 17 year old girl, lives with her mother. Her father had died when she was just a little girl. Her life isn't at all normal- considering she lives in the woods right beside a giant mansion full of cold blooded killers. Although, one of them catches her eye. His innocent, pale, complexion...those deep, brown eyes of his...the only thing that she really had to worry about was Jeffs decision to get along with her or not.Concluida
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JEFF THE KILLER x READER S N E A K P E A K : I slowly brought my right hand up to my mouth, I could taste the horrible sensation of torn flesh on my tongue, against my teeth as the crimson waters swirled beyond my lips. My stomach twisted, making me give out a sickening gurgle. "Y-You, can't hurt me." I gave out a shaky breath, eyeing the tall man above my weak frame while my eyes began to burn and water as it's presence hardened in a mocking manner. "I already have." Something hit me hard. .. somehow got #1 in jeffthekillerxreader (this is prolly the worst series ive made and i wrote these ff when i was in psychosis so uh)Concluida
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My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."
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