Jeff the killer

You were walking down a dark street at night (you are 16, by the way) when suddenly, you saw a flyer on a pole. It depicted a guy with a bloody smile, long brunette hair, blue eyes, and a scar over one eye. His hands were covered in blood, and he was holding a knife, dressed in a white hoodie, black pants, and white sneakers. You thought to yourself, "Hmm, just some kid with face paint, probably a psycho," and as you thought this, you took the flyer and read it aloud.

You: Jeff... the killer... yeah right... scary stories for little kids. smiled

Suddenly, you feel someone behind your back. You turn around—no one. You hear a whisper. You turn around again, and there is a figure just like the one on the flyer. You look at the flyer, then back again, and the silhouette is gone. Then, you feel something sharp and cold against your neck and realize it's... a knife...

Jeff: Jokes for children? Hmm... well, let's see how you face death...

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