Jeff the killer X reader

Jeff the killer X reader

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((⚠️warning: this story contains strong language very specific gore and lemons!⚠️ if you do not like any of this feel free to go I do not want spam. You have been warned now for those of you who do like it enjoy and feel free to leave a comment or suggestions on what I should do next! Bye! -From author senpai your mother died shortly after child birth your father blamed you for it and he started abusing you...one day you decide to go through a walk in the woods you knew very well...until you saw a mysterious figure...you called out to it. It stopped dead in its tracks and looked at you it was night time so you couldn't see it very well but there was something shimmering illuminated from the moon in his pocket...it was a knife!
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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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