Killer Can't Kill Me (Jeff the Killer fanfiction) *COMPLETED*
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"I won't kill you" he blurted out with regret. Confusion mingled with my fear. He regretted not killing me?
"Who are you?" I asked, slowly moving toward the closed door. He looked at the painting on my easel, and smiled darkly. I saw it clearly for the first time, and my eyes widened. I had painted the man in my dream. His face, twisted in a smirk, dominated the canvas. A swirl of crimson paint surrounded him, and I saw myself in the painting, wearing a long, black evening gown, my hair in a long ponytail, my pail skin glowing, and I stared at the man with love in my eyes. The painting I had created shocked me to the point of forgetting to escape.
"Nice" the man said, and yanked open the window above my bed. He crawled out of the room, crouched on the window sill. "Jeff" he said softly, watching me with interest.
"Huh?" Came my dumbfounded voice.
"My name is Jeff"
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"Excuse my rude behavior, I hadn't eaten in days. But I believe you and I could make good friends if you allow me to eat here and take whatever I need." A sadistic grin crept the man's ghostly white face. "And what if I don't let you?" The intruder's grin grew even larger. It was purely sinister, maniacal. [Name] cursed at herself for trying to be bold. "Then you and your friend will die." ~ After discovering a corpse near her work place, [Name] finds herself traumatized and obsessed with the murders happening around her town. Had she listened to the logic in the back of her brain and not the other part incapable of letting go of the traumatic incident, maybe fate wouldn't feel so close. But the strange bond she forms with the maniacal serial killer shows that everyone, even monsters, have scars to heal. Highest Ranking: #41 creepypasta !! Cover art is by @shatteredankles on insta !!
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