The Point Of No Return │ Jeff The Killer x Reader │

The only announcement of his arrival was a slight drop in the air temperature and the descent of absolute silence. The cold look reflected on his face gave you shudders. His hands were tightly closed around the cold surface of the knife. He seemed to have no sense of humanity. His heart seemed to be made of stone. You would never forget the evil glint in his eyes. The murderer had smelt of blood. Of danger. He stalked closer to you. You couldn't move a single muscle and watched as he raised six inches of cold steel.

You woke up before he could kill you. But you could still feel the presence of the chilling knife on your throat, digging deeply into you. Its sharp edges running around your smooth skin ready to pierce. You could hear your heavy breathing and the sweat from your forehead was enough to fill an entire bottle. It was only a nightmare. Your worst nightmare.