Jeff the killer and his friends want to meet

Jeff the Killer - Creepypasta

jeff the killer and his friends want to meet

Despite numerous creepypasta, videos, and artwork, Jeff the Killer does not have a to smile, as he put it, and burning off his eyelids so he can always see his face. What Jeff's killing sprees are like after this incident is up for interpretation. And I don't know whether I had any interest in becoming his friend at that “Just kind of this affable rock'n'roller who just wanted to smoke a. Jeff The Killer: After weeks of unexplained murders, the ominous unknown killer is still on the rise. After little Liu stood up, ready to punch the lights out of the kid's eyes when one of his friends pulled a knife on him. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, I had .. His family were all there to see it, what he would look like. As the.

However, Jeff clipped him a hard right hand to his face, causing Keith to stagger back again. Jeff could see that his knees were buckling, and took full advantage. Once satisfied, Jeff stepped back, and watched in demonic glee as Keith slowly slid down the wall, gasping for air.

Randy got back to his feet, but seemed to have no idea what to do. We good, or do you and your friends need more? The debate may have continued, but the sound of a returning car broke the tension.

It seemed that the previous tough guy had all but shrunk back to a scared child. That sensation of rage was fading again, and he felt control returning. Jeff found that he rather liked that tone, that begging, whipped dog mentality. Jeff was paying no attention to Randy; he was down on the floor calmly gathering the magazines. Everything else happened in a flash, both literally and figuratively.

As his hands frantically clawed over the gun, his thumbs pushed the hammer back, unintentionally. He was turning it over in his hands, trying to quickly disarm it. He then heard the sound of keys in the front door. He knew that he had only seconds now to hide it. Everything else happened in slow motion.

He saw it fall to the floor, seeming to float to the ground, rather than fall. Jeff felt the hot flash of heat and pain tear across the left side of his face.

After the initial registry of agony, there was no more thinking. Jeff began to scream, clutching the left side of his face and rolling around on the floor. For a while he forgot everything, as he was plunged into that dark, rich syrup once more, the rage almost serving to dull the pain. When he finally did come to a stable level of alertness, he realized he was in a hospital room.

Half of his face was bandaged, he knew that much. He wanted to open his eyes and speak, let his family know he was awake, but the drugs still had a firm hold.

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He was awake, but not quite yet functioning. He could hear several familiar voices though. The flare struck his face and caused 3rd degree burns on his left side. What about his face? The damage could have been more severe. What do we do about that? What do we do to correct his face?

What can we do for that? What is important is that your son is healthy. He can expect to be back home in a few days, maybe sooner. Can we have some time alone please; my wife and I need to speak. Jeff heard the door open and close as Liu exited. His parents both let out a long shaky sigh, but Jeff was starting to believe it was not a sigh of relief, but rather one of stress.

I mean his face Matt, you heard what the doctor said, his face is going to be…. What kind of time? A year, two years, and what about in the meantime? You think anyone is going to want to have him around their kids?

As his mind absorbed the words, he felt that rage return. Sick, rich, dark, that syrup of raw, primal emotion.

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He wanted to ask her why she left, why she went off to go shopping or have her nails done or whatever it was that she did. He wanted to know how she could care more about his appearance than the fact that he was lying in the hospital.

However, there was still so much more that he wanted to know as well. He wanted to know how much more his mother hated him, how much more she saw him now as a, how did she put it, a pariah. He wanted to continue to swim in the thick pool of dark hatred that was starting to form from the rage and anger. That was a new one now.

Before it was anger, then it was anger mixed with pleasure. But now, now it was anger mixed with hatred. He also began to wonder, how well would this new recipe blend with pleasure, how would it feel? I always thought Jeff was more responsible than that. Randy was just trying to show Jeff around his house, and wanted to show him the collection of magazines his dad kept in the garage.

You know boys; he was probably hoping that a couple of Playboys would be in there or something. You should have heard those other boys Matt, they told me that they practically begged Jeff to just put it down before he got hurt, but he just had to show off.

I thought us moving out here to a nice quiet neighborhood would make everyone happy. Jeff though, he just, he just wants to fight us on everything. The morphine drip added a nice touch of euphoria, Jeff could almost see himself, plunging into the syrupy waters of hatred, and emerging changed. Each dip brought him so much twisted pleasure. And that was when he finally understood.

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He could sample the pleasure now. Not because he was enjoying what was happening, but because he knew he could enjoy what was to come. Just as the doctor had predicted, Jeff was scheduled to go home a few days later.

During his time at the hospital, he never asked to see his face. The nurse had come in to change his bandages, as was the routine. She was a pleasant woman, she spoke to him, asked him how he was doing. He enjoyed her visits. So, on the final day, when she arrived to clean and dress his face, he asked to see himself. Would you like me to call in your parents first? Once the bandages were off, she handed him a small hand mirror.

Jeff ignored her and looked at himself, taking stock of the damage. Sure enough, his face was a mess. The entire left side at least. The flare struck him traveling upwards, and burned a scar into his left cheek that extended to his eye. At first glance, it almost looked like he was smiling on that side.

The scar was still bright red, and burn tissue spread out on either side. Once it arrived at his eye, the news did not get any better. His eye was white, just a lifeless bulb plugged into his face. He closed his right eye, and found that he could see nothing from his left eye at all. The scar continued up the left side of his forehead. The damage was less severe there however. The hair on the left side of his head was burned off, leaving a few strands to stick up here and there.

So, after asking a few questions about the accident and the recovery, he fell silent as well. They walked into their home at dusk and Liu asked about dinner. He suggested they let Jeff pick a place, to celebrate his return home. She and her husband both retreated to their bedrooms as well, to argue or feel sorry for themselves, who knew? Jeff spent most of the evening staring at himself in the mirror. He kept pulling back the bandages and looking at the scars.

Liu wanted to see them too, but felt that it might be imprudent to ask. None of us are really. There is a sickness here. Liu, being young, had no other ideas, so he returned to his own bedroom. That night, Shelia and Matt Woods awoke together, both being light sleepers, it took little to bring them out of slumber. The sudden removal of their blanket, as it was snatched from the bed, did the trick just fine. They awoke to see a small light coming from the half-bath that was situated in their master bedroom.

The door was cracked only slightly, and the light source was weak. They could make out a human shape, standing over their bed though. As their vision came into focus, they realized their son was standing before them. Matt reached over and flipped on the lamp next to their bed. His psyche is destroyed, all rational thinking is gone, all he can do, is kill. He grabs Randy and pile drives him to the ground. He gets on top of him and punches him straight in the heart.

As Randy gasps for breath. Jeff hammers down on him. Everyone is looking at Jeff now. The parents, the crying kids, even Troy and Keith. Although they easily break from their gaze and point their guns at Jeff.

As he runs Troy and Keith let out fire on him, each shot missing.

jeff the killer and his friends want to meet

Jeff runs up the stairs. He hears Troy and Keith follow up behind. As they let out their final rounds of bullets Jeff ducks into the bathroom. He grabs the towel rack and rips it off the wall. Troy and Keith race in, knives ready. He is more agile than Troy though, and ducks when Jeff swings the towel rack. He dropped the knife and grabbed Jeff by the neck. He pushed him into the wall. A thing of bleach fell down on top of him from the top shelf.

It burnt both of them and they both started to scream. Jeff wiped his eyes as best as he could.

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As he lay there, bleeding to death, he let out an ominous smile. Keith pulled out a lighter and switched it on.

As soon as the flame made contact with him, the flames ignited the alcohol in the vodka. While the alcohol burned him, the bleach bleached his skin. Jeff let out a terrible screech as he caught on fire. He tried to roll out the fire but it was no use, the alcohol had made him a walking inferno. He ran down the hall, and fell down the stairs. Everybody started screaming as they saw Jeff, now a man on fire, drop to the ground, nearly dead.

The last thing Jeff saw was his mother and the other parents trying to extinguish the flame. When Jeff woke he had a cast wrapped around his face. He tried to stand up, but he realized that there was some tube in his arm, and when he tried to get up it fell out, and a nurse rushed in.

Jeff sat there, with no vision, no idea of what his surroundings were. Finally, after hours, he heard his mother. After all the witnesses told the police that Randy confessed of trying to attack you, they decided to let Liu go. The next couple of weeks were those where Jeff was visited by his family. Then came the day where his bandages were to be removed. His family were all there to see it, what he would look like. They waited until the last bandage holding the cover over his face was almost removed.

What happened to my face? He rushed out of bed and ran to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw the cause of the distress. His lips were burnt to a deep shade of red. His face was turned into a pure white color, and his hair singed from brown to black.

He slowly put his hand to his face. It had a sort of leathery feel to it now. He looked back at his family then back at the mirror. Jeff started laughing uncontrollably His parents noticed that his left eye and hand were twitching.

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Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa, look at me. This face goes perfectly with me! He stroked his face feeling it. Looking at it in the mirror. Well, you may recall that when Jeff was fighting Randy something in his mind, his sanity, snapped. Now they were clean of blood and now stitched together.

Then they left, not knowing that this was their final day of life. It sounded as if someone was crying. She slowly walked over to see what it was. When she looked into the bathroom she saw a horrendous sight. Jeff had taken a knife and carved a smile into his cheeks.

Jeff looked over to his mother. It hurt after awhile. Now, I can smile forever. I got tired and my eyes started to close. I burned out the eyelids so I could forever see myself; my new face. L-let me go get daddy, so he can see your face. His brother Liu woke up, startled by some noise.

As he was on the border of slumber, he got the strangest feeling that someone was watching him. He then heard the sound of keys in the front door. He knew that he had only seconds now to hide it. Everything else happened in slow motion.

He saw it fall to the floor, seeming to float to the ground, rather than fall. Jeff felt the hot flash of heat and pain tear across the left side of his face. After the initial registry of agony, there was no more thinking. Jeff began to scream, clutching the left side of his face and rolling around on the floor. For a while he forgot everything, as he was plunged into that dark, rich syrup once more, the rage almost serving to dull the pain.

When he finally did come to a stable level of alertness, he realized he was in a hospital room. Half of his face was bandaged, he knew that much.

jeff the killer and his friends want to meet

He wanted to open his eyes and speak, let his family know he was awake, but the drugs still had a firm hold. He was awake, but not quite yet functioning. He could hear several familiar voices though.

The flare struck his face and caused 3rd degree burns on his left side. What about his face? The damage could have been more severe. What do we do about that? What do we do to correct his face? What can we do for that? What is important is that your son is healthy. He can expect to be back home in a few days, maybe sooner. Can we have some time alone please; my wife and I need to speak. Jeff heard the door open and close as Liu exited. His parents both let out a long shaky sigh, but Jeff was starting to believe it was not a sigh of relief, but rather one of stress.

I mean his face Matt, you heard what the doctor said, his face is going to be…. What kind of time? A year, two years, and what about in the meantime? You think anyone is going to want to have him around their kids?

As his mind absorbed the words, he felt that rage return. Sick, rich, dark, that syrup of raw, primal emotion. He wanted to ask her why she left, why she went off to go shopping or have her nails done or whatever it was that she did.

He wanted to know how she could care more about his appearance than the fact that he was lying in the hospital. However, there was still so much more that he wanted to know as well. He wanted to know how much more his mother hated him, how much more she saw him now as a, how did she put it, a pariah. He wanted to continue to swim in the thick pool of dark hatred that was starting to form from the rage and anger. That was a new one now. Before it was anger, then it was anger mixed with pleasure.

But now, now it was anger mixed with hatred. He also began to wonder, how well would this new recipe blend with pleasure, how would it feel? I always thought Jeff was more responsible than that. Randy was just trying to show Jeff around his house, and wanted to show him the collection of magazines his dad kept in the garage.

You know boys; he was probably hoping that a couple of Playboys would be in there or something. You should have heard those other boys Matt, they told me that they practically begged Jeff to just put it down before he got hurt, but he just had to show off.

I thought us moving out here to a nice quiet neighborhood would make everyone happy. Jeff though, he just, he just wants to fight us on everything. The morphine drip added a nice touch of euphoria, Jeff could almost see himself, plunging into the syrupy waters of hatred, and emerging changed. Each dip brought him so much twisted pleasure. And that was when he finally understood.

He could sample the pleasure now. Not because he was enjoying what was happening, but because he knew he could enjoy what was to come. Just as the doctor had predicted, Jeff was scheduled to go home a few days later. During his time at the hospital, he never asked to see his face. The nurse had come in to change his bandages, as was the routine. She was a pleasant woman, she spoke to him, asked him how he was doing. He enjoyed her visits. So, on the final day, when she arrived to clean and dress his face, he asked to see himself.

Would you like me to call in your parents first? Once the bandages were off, she handed him a small hand mirror. Jeff ignored her and looked at himself, taking stock of the damage.

Sure enough, his face was a mess. The entire left side at least. The flare struck him traveling upwards, and burned a scar into his left cheek that extended to his eye. At first glance, it almost looked like he was smiling on that side.

The scar was still bright red, and burn tissue spread out on either side. Once it arrived at his eye, the news did not get any better. His eye was white, just a lifeless bulb plugged into his face. He closed his right eye, and found that he could see nothing from his left eye at all.

The scar continued up the left side of his forehead. The damage was less severe there however. The hair on the left side of his head was burned off, leaving a few strands to stick up here and there. So, after asking a few questions about the accident and the recovery, he fell silent as well. They walked into their home at dusk and Liu asked about dinner.

He suggested they let Jeff pick a place, to celebrate his return home. She and her husband both retreated to their bedrooms as well, to argue or feel sorry for themselves, who knew? Jeff spent most of the evening staring at himself in the mirror.

He kept pulling back the bandages and looking at the scars. Liu wanted to see them too, but felt that it might be imprudent to ask. None of us are really. There is a sickness here. Liu, being young, had no other ideas, so he returned to his own bedroom.

That night, Shelia and Matt Woods awoke together, both being light sleepers, it took little to bring them out of slumber. The sudden removal of their blanket, as it was snatched from the bed, did the trick just fine. They awoke to see a small light coming from the half-bath that was situated in their master bedroom.

The door was cracked only slightly, and the light source was weak. They could make out a human shape, standing over their bed though. As their vision came into focus, they realized their son was standing before them. Matt reached over and flipped on the lamp next to their bed. Jeff was standing there, his bandages off, his disfigured face beaming down on them, with a long kitchen knife clutched in his right hand.

Matt kept his composure though. He stared hard at his father, slowly bringing the knife up, ensuring that he saw it well. His father had time to utter a single syllable, most likely to ask another question, to try and reason with his son.

Jeff however, gave him time to do no more than that. Matt attempted to fend Jeff off, but the wound to his midsection rendered him into shock, and his arms fell to the side. Jeff could hear his mother screaming, but paid no mind. He wanted to finish with his father first. Removing the knife, Jeff stabbed down into his stomach three more times, quickly.

His father gasped and coughed up blood, his body jerked and twitched each time the knife found its mark. After the third time, Matt Woods lay still. Shelia had backed up against the headboard of the bed. Why, why are you doing this to us?