Creepypasta: Origins - Chapter Two - Jeff The Killer
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Creepypasta Origins
Every monster has a first sighting.
Every nightmare has an origin.
The stories you thought were just internet legends didn’t begin online.
They are older, darker, and far closer than you think…
CREEPYPASTA: ORIGINS
Number Two - JEFF THE KILLER
They say he was just a normal kid once.
Jeff.
Quiet, withdrawn, always lurking in the corners of the classroom, his dark eyes watching but never truly seen. He didn’t talk much, and when he did, it was barely above a whisper, so soft you could almost convince yourself you imagined it. Most people ignored him. The world moved on without him, leaving him to fade into the shadows.
But shadows aren’t empty. They hide things. They grow things. And something inside Jeff… snapped.
It started in the little moments no one noticed. The way he would stare too long at the back of someone’s neck. The way his smile would twitch when someone cried. Something cold and unnatural began to stir beneath his skin, a darkness that whispered promises no human should hear. At night, he stopped sleeping. He would lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, imagining things that weren’t there, or maybe were. Shapes moving in the corners of his room, faces grinning at him from the darkness, voices murmuring, “Go to sleep.”
By the time he reached the edge of sanity, Jeff didn’t look like the boy who once hid behind his mother’s legs in the grocery store. His eyes were black, hollow, reflecting nothing but rage and obsession. His skin grew pale, almost sickly, as if the light itself feared to touch him. And the grin… the smile that would come to define him… it began as a twitch, a flicker of cruelty across his face. But soon, it became permanent.
No one knows the exact moment he became a monster. Some say it was the night he first fantasized about hurting someone. Others claim it was the day the blood first touched his hands. What is certain is that Jeff didn’t just cross a line, he obliterated it. And once he had, there was no going back.
It started small. A fight at school with some bullies. Jeff defended himself, sure, but not gently. Brutal. He didn’t stop until the boy lay broken, gasping on the ground. And after that night, something inside him shifted. The anger didn’t fade. It festered. It grew.
Jeff’s eyes went dark, cold. He stopped sleeping. He stopped caring. His brother, Liu, tried to reach him, tried to pull him back from the edge, but the darkness inside Jeff was stronger than any bond, stronger than love.
Then came the night everything changed.
Jeff lured Liu into the yard. They fought. It was supposed to be a game, a stupid sibling argument, but Jeff wasn’t a kid anymore. He was a predator. And when Liu screamed, Jeff smiled. Not a normal smile. A twisted, impossible grin that stretched too wide, carved into his skin.
Later, in a frenzy of self-hatred and unrelenting madness, Jeff turned on himself. He stood before the cracked mirror in his dimly lit room, his own reflection staring back with the hollow, unreadable expression of someone already gone. Trembling, he picked up a sharp blade, feeling the cold metal press into his fingers. Rage and despair twisted through him, and with a sudden, violent motion, he carved deep lines into the corners of his mouth. Pain exploded across his face, but he barely noticed. The blood ran warm and sticky down his chin, and the mirrors reflected a smile that could never be erased.
But that wasn’t enough. He needed to erase the boy he had been. He grabbed a bottle of lighter fluid and splashed it across his face, the acrid fumes stinging his eyes. When the flame licked his skin, it seared with a horrifying intensity, melting the surface of his flesh, whitening it into a sickly, ghostlike pallor. The pain was unimaginable, but it felt… freeing. His features were gone, replaced with a permanent, grotesque grin that twisted his face into something monstrous.
He laughed, though it was a hollow, cracking sound that echoed through the room, mingling with the smell of burnt flesh and smoke. In that reflection, he saw not himself, not the boy who had hidden in the shadows, but something new. Something darker. Something that would haunt the living. And from that night onward, the face staring back at the world was no longer human, it was nightmare given form.
When the rest of his family confronted him, they saw the face. That smile. And then they heard the whisper, soft, calm, deadly:
“Go to sleep.”
And that was the last they ever saw of him.
Jeff vanished into the night. Into the shadows. Into the places where fear grows. People say he waits outside your window. Watches from the corner of the room. And if you hear that whisper, quiet and patient, you know the truth: it’s already too late.
Because Jeff the Killer doesn’t just kill. He waits. He watches. And when you finally close your eyes, he will be there. Smiling. Always smiling.
“Go to sleep.”
Police Report: Case #092714 – Jeff the Killer
Date: October 14, 2008
Reporting Officer: Sgt. Daniels
Location: 221 Maple Street, Suburban Heights
Incident Type: Multiple Homicide / Arson
Narrative:
At approximately 2300 hours, officers responded to reports of a house fire at the above address. Upon arrival, the structure was heavily damaged by flames. Inside, the bodies of three occupants—identified as Mr. and Mrs. Henderson, and their minor son—were discovered. All victims exhibited severe lacerations to the face and neck consistent with knife wounds prior to death.
Witness accounts from neighbors indicate the family was last seen alive around 2000 hours. Neighbors reported hearing screams, screams that didn’t belong to any human voice they had ever known. They tore through the night like jagged knives, high-pitched, guttural, a sound of pure, unbridled agony and rage intertwined. It was as if someone was being ripped apart from the inside, wailing in a way that made the bones ache and the skin crawl. The shrieks would rise and fall in desperate, frantic waves, sometimes splitting into two or three separate cries at once, overlapping like the chorus of a nightmare.
Some described a strange gurgling undertone beneath the screams, wet and choking, as though each cry carried blood and fire together. Windows rattled, dogs howled, and the very air seemed to thrum with the violence of it. The neighbors said they could feel the sound vibrating in their chests, a horror so raw it clawed at the edges of their sanity. And then, as suddenly as it began, the noise stopped. leaving behind a terrifying silence, broken only by the faintest, almost playful whisper:
“Go to sleep.”
No one ever forgot it. No one could unhear it. It was followed by silence, then the sound of glass breaking. No signs of forced entry were observed, and security footage captured no suspicious vehicles or individuals approaching the home.
The most disturbing detail recorded at the scene was the message carved into the drywall of the hallway:
“Go to sleep.”
Additional evidence included extensive burn marks on one mirror in the master bedroom and traces of accelerants on the floor, indicating self-inflicted injury by the suspect prior to or during the incident. No fingerprints or DNA of the perpetrator have been identified.
Suspect Description:
No confirmed sightings. Witnesses report seeing a pale figure with a wide, permanent smile wandering the neighborhood at night. Authorities advise extreme caution.
Status: OPEN / ACTIVE
Note: All attempts to locate the suspect have failed. The individual is considered extremely dangerous and possibly homicidal. Residents in the area are urged to secure their homes and report any sightings immediately.
The End
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