Falling in Love With Jeff The Killer
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Dernière publication mer., sept. 3, 2014
I was laying in my bed seconds away from a nice peaceful deep slumber when I heard it. What 'IT' was is soft pitter patters on my window... I grumply got up, mad at who ever interrupted my sleep, and walked to my window. I looked at the window and didnt see a thing..hmm thats strange? I started to turn around and head back to bed when I saw him. I looked in the corner of my room an there he stood stareing at me as if im a alien while he was the one with slits on both cheeks to form a chelsea smile an black burnt skin around his eyes...this was the start of something...not very normal
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You just moved away. Far, far away from where you lived before. You still don't know if it was for the better or the worse. But you know that you are not alone, because there is your best friend with you. Warning: this story is absolutely not for a young audience. There is strong language, depression, self harm, gore, rape and sex. Please keep that in mind. I'm mainly doing this because I needed something to get my frustration out and I guess I really like Jeff the killer 😂 I hope that he's still popular but whatev. I bet no one expected this kind of story from me! From the silly Ciacci. And please, in this story I'll accept criticism, after all I intended it to be a serious and scary story and your help will be very apreciated.
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