Jeffrey the Killer)))

So, because you're so crazy, you decided to take a walk around the abandoned buildings near the forest, but guess who you met around 3 PM? Of course, it was Jeff the killer himself. You started running, and he followed you. You were with a friend who was calm. She had the principle "those born to run don't get beat up." But there was one downside: she was crazy, and she smoked. She didn't have a very good lifestyle. Well, she had a long, oversized T-shirt with a cross on it, and she had black pants. I had the same principle, but I was against it, although I could sometimes smoke an e-cig. After all, I was thirteen, and my friend and I were both creepypasta fans. But when we saw Jeff, we didn't feel any joy.