Jeff the Killer
This story is part 1 of 3 in the Jeff the Killer series.
| Written by | Sesseur |
|---|---|
| Published on Creepypasta.com | August 2012 |
| Length | 4,299 words · about 20 minutes to read |
| Story level | Medium |
| Reader rating | 8.7/10 from 45,335 votes |
| Category | Madness, Paranoia, and Mental Illness |
Jeff the Killer Origins and History
You wake at 3AM. Disturbed by some subtle shifting sound within the room, just on the edge of hearing. Propping up on one arm you survey the room looking for some source for the noise, hoping beyond hope that you won’t find one. At first, your hopes are raised, everything seems to be silent, everything seems to be still. But it isn’t.
From behind the long concealing drape of the curtain a voice, with flickering serpentine hiss whispers
“Go to sleep…”. Suddenly, you know what’s about to happen and exactly who is waiting to meet you.
As recognizable and widely known as he is feared, Jeff the Killer, the eponymous villain of numerous stories littering the internet is one of the best-known and most widely referenced Creepypasta characters to have emerged from the shadowy corners of the web over the past few decades.
But exactly who or what is this infamous denizen of the darkness? Where did the character come from, how has it evolved, and from which horrific pit of hell or the internet did ‘that’ haunting image emerge?
Overview and Synopsis of Jeff The Killer at a Glance
Firstly, for those unfamiliar with the character ‘Jeff the Killer’ the most widely known Creepypasta on this character can be found here. The story is usually linked to a version of this image in which the character is shown to be noseless, with bleached white skin, a leering permanent grin and lank black hair.
For those wanting a quick overview, the story of Jeff Killer goes something like this:
At thirteen years old Jeff ( Jeffery Alan Woods or Jeff C. Hodek depending upon who you ask, but more on that later) moves with his parents and brother Lui to a new town. Here, Jeff and his sibling encounter three bullies and are threatened with knives.
Jeff beats these bullies badly, with Lui taking the blame for the assault and being carted off by the ever-reliable police. Guilt-ridden and depressed at having let Lui take the blame for his actions, Jeff’s day gets even worse when he meets the bullies again and is horribly burnt in an attack with alcohol and bleach.
This burning results in Jeff being permanently disfigured, his skin bleached white, physically whilst his mind ‘snaps’.
Upon being discharged for some reason (his doctors apparently attributing Jeff’s insane behavior to the painkillers he is taking) Jeff arrives home and proceeds to make a bad situation worse by purposely mutilating his already disfigured face, cutting a permanent smile into his mouth and cheeks and burning of his eyelids so that he can always see his face.
Jeff then goes on to kill both his parents and his brother Lui, meeting him with the instruction ‘Go to sleep’ before stabbing him and disappearing on a wider and less discriminating killing spree, which it would seem, continues to this day.
Jeff The Killer Appearance and Origins
According to the Creepypasta explanations Jeff’s fixed grin is due to scarring he inflicted upon himself, his eyes stare widely because he burnt off his own eyelids, and his skin is lilly white as a result of having been horribly burnt by bullies with a combination of alcohol and bleach.
The ‘photograph’ that accompanies the many Jeff the Killer stories and which looks like a cross between Micheal Jackson and a demented dolphin, is widely known not only for the many derivative creepypastas using the character but due to its widespread use in screamer videos alongside Jeff’s famous catchphrase ‘Go to sleep’.
However, it seems that the details of exactly how Jeff The Killer ended up with his hideous appearance corresponding as they do to this image, were retrofitted, the rationales being written to match the image, rather than the other way around…
Jeff Photos and Folklore
As with many creepypasta characters, there seems to have been an ekphrastic element to Jeff the Killer’s Creation. What the hell does ekphrastic mean? Well, basically it means ‘based on or inspired by a work of art’.
Now, whilst most wouldn’t look at the image of Jeff the Killer and regard it as ‘art’ it is commonly agreed the image upon which the story of Jeff the Killer is based actually predates the words making up his story, meaning that the creators began with the creepy image and went from there. The story was written to fit the picture,
Therefore to really get a handle on the origins of Jeff the Killer it is first necessary to divide the investigation into two parts. First, we need to look at the origin of the image of Jeff The Killer that accompanied the original story, not to mention the many derivative stories and memes that have evolved from it, and then look at where the story that grew out of the image came from.
Interestingly, the original ‘Jeff the Killer’ image and its origin have developed a mythology all of its own, with various competing theories and bogus explanations being put forward. Let’s have a go at unpicking them.
The first noted appearance of the famous image is from way back in 2005 on pya.cc a Japanese message board.
The image later appeared in a Japanese YouTube video “NNN臨時放送”, a clip identified by some as scary film project, in which names and ages of future victims are listed. The video was uploaded in August of 2007 and features a fleeting glimpse of the Jeff the Killer image which can be seen on screen at the 4 minutes eleven seconds mark followed by the words ‘good night’ which may be an early incarnation of, (or the inspiration for) the famous ‘Go to Sleep’ catchphrase with which Jeff is associated.
That this video without a backstory or explanation existed before the story or even the name ‘Jeff the Killer’ surfaced seems to confirm that it was indeed the image that came first. The association of the image with the name ‘Jeff the Killer’ or any related title came in 2008 when a user on the forum Newgrounds uploaded the image using the name Killerjeff with the somewhat dubious claim that the image was a self-portrait depicting him.
Shortly following this first association of the photograph with the name, the first incarnation of anything resembling an actual story for Jeff The Killer (and featuring the now famous image) was a video uploaded by Sesseur on October 3rd 2008, with some sources claiming Sesseur and the previous Newgrounds uploader ‘Killerjeff’ to be the same person.
This original video which notably contained music by Pixies (which may have been the reason that the video was eventually removed) has been claimed by its creator as the original Jeff the Killer origin story and indeed does predate the more well known Creepypasta version of the tale.
Additionally, it is worth noting that Sesseur ( consequently cited by most sources as Jeff’s creator) has been critical of the details given in later incarnations of the story, insisting, presumably in reference to his original conception of the character, that bullies were not involved in the accident that led to Jeff’s altered appearance, but rather that he slipped on some soap whilst carrying acid he intended to use to clean the drains in his bathroom. Sesseur has also pointed out in his version Jeff does not kill his parents and brother and even has a different real name ( Jeff C. Hodek rather than Jeff Wood).
The later Creepypasta incarnations of Jeff The Killer, upon which the above synopsis is based, also have a somewhat convoluted history.
Despite being very popular, the original version uploaded in 2011 was derided by many as being weakly told and of low quality with many insisting that the story did not meet the quality assurance standards of the site.
It was eventually moved from Creepypasta to a sister site dedicated to badly written Creepypastas. However, owing to the popularity of the character this removal prompted many users to simply reupload the story. In an attempt to placate these fans and to establish a ‘better’ version of Jeff’s story a competition was launched in 2015 to create a ‘re-make’. The winning story, which exists in an uncut longer version and a shorter version (edited to fit the constraints of the competition’s word limit) was written by K Banning Kellum is the version with which most people today are familiar.
Jeff The Killer Creepypasta Story
Excerpt from a local newspaper: OMINOUS UNKNOWN KILLER IS STILL AT LARGE.
After weeks of unexplained murders, the ominous unknown killer is still on the rise. After little evidence has been found, a young boy states that he survived one of the killer’s attacks and bravely tells his story.
“I had a bad dream and I woke up in the middle of the night,” says the boy, “I saw that for some reason the window was open, even though I remember it being closed before I went to bed. I got up and shut it once more. Afterwards, I simply crawled under my covers and tried to get back to sleep. That’s when I had a strange feeling, like someone was watching me.
I looked up and nearly jumped out of my bed. There, in the little ray of light, illuminating from between my curtains, were a pair of two eyes. These weren’t regular eyes; they were dark, ominous eyes. They were bordered in black and… just plain out terrified me. That’s when I saw his mouth. A long, horrendous smile that made every hair on my body stand up. The figure stood there, watching me. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he said it. A simple phrase, but said in a way only a mad man could speak.
“He said, ‘Go To Sleep.’ I let out a scream, that’s what sent him at me. He pulled up a knife; aiming at my heart. He jumped on top of my bed. I fought him back; I kicked, I punched, I rolled around, trying to knock him off me. That’s when my dad busted in. The man threw the knife, it went into my dad’s shoulder. The man probably would’ve finished him off, if one of the neighbors hadn’t alerted the police.
“They drove into the parking lot and ran towards the door. The man turned and ran down the hallway. I heard a smash, like glass breaking. As I came out of my room, I saw the window that was pointing towards the back of my house was broken. I looked out it to see him vanish into the distance. I can tell you one thing, I will never forget that face. Those cold, evil eyes, and that psychotic smile. They will never leave my head.”
Police are still on the look for this man. If you see anyone that fits the description in this story, please contact your local police department.
Jeff and his family had just moved into a new neighborhood. His dad had gotten a promotion at work, and they thought it would be best to live in one of those “fancy” neighborhoods. Jeff and his brother Liu couldn’t complain though. A new, better house. What was not to love? As they were getting unpacked, one of their neighbors came by.
“Hello,” she said, “I’m Barbara; I live across the street from you. Well, I just wanted to introduce my self and to introduce my son.” She turns around and calls her son over. “Billy, these are our new neighbors,” Billy said hi and ran back to play in his yard.
“Well,” said Jeff’s mom, “I’m Margaret, and this is my husband Peter, and my two sons, Jeff and Liu.” They each introduced themselves, and then Barbara invited them to her son’s birthday. Jeff and his brother were about to object when their mother said that they would love to. When Jeff and his family were done packing, Jeff went up to his mom.
“Mom, why would you invite us to some kid’s party? If you haven’t noticed, I’m not some dumb kid.”
“Jeff,” said his mother, “We just moved here; we should show that we want to spend time with our neighbors. Now, we’re going to that party, and that’s final.” Jeff started to talk, but stopped himself, knowing that he couldn’t do anything. Whenever his mom said something, it was final. He walked up to his room and plopped down on his bed. He sat there looking at his ceiling when suddenly, he got a weird feeling. Not so much pain, but… a weird feeling. He dismissed it as just some random feeling. He heard his mother call him down to get his stuff, and he walked down to get it.
The next day, Jeff walked downstairs to get breakfast and got ready for school. As he sat there, eating his breakfast, he once again got that feeling. This time it was stronger. It gave him a slight tugging pain, but he once again dismissed it. As he and Liu finished breakfast, they walked down to the bus stop. They sat there waiting for the bus, and then, all of a sudden, some kid on a skateboard jumped over them, only inches above their laps. They both jumped back in surprise. “Hey, what the hell?”
The kid landed and turned back to them. He kicked his skateboard up and caught it with his hands. The kid seems to be about twelve; one year younger than Jeff. He wears an Aeropostale shirt and ripped blue jeans.
“Well, well, well. It looks like we got some new meat.” Suddenly, two other kids appeared. One was super skinny and the other was huge. “Well, since you’re new here, I’d like to introduce ourselves, over there is Keith.” Jeff and Liu looked over to the skinny kid. He had a dopey face that you would expect a sidekick to have. “And he’s Troy.” They looked over at the fat kid. Talk about a tub of lard. This kid looked like he hadn’t exercised since he was crawling.
“And I,” said the first kid, “am Randy. Now, for all the kids in this neighborhood, there is a small price for bus fare, if you catch my drift.” 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 hoped you would be more cooperative, but it seems we must do this the hard way.” The kid walked up to Liu and took his wallet out of his pocket. Jeff got that feeling again. Now, it was truly strong; a burning sensation. He stood up, but Liu gestured him to sit down. Jeff ignored him and walked up to the kid.
“Listen here you little punk, give back my bro’s wallet or else.” Randy put the wallet in his pocket and pulled out his own knife.
“Oh? And what will you do?” Just as he finished the sentence, Jeff popped the kid in the nose. As Randy reached for his face, Jeff grabbed the kid’s wrist and broke it. Randy screamed and Jeff grabbed the knife from his hand. Troy and Keith rushed Jeff, but Jeff was too quick. He threw Randy to the ground. Keith lashed out at him, but Jeff ducked and stabbed him in the arm. Keith dropped his knife and fell to the ground screaming. Troy rushed him too, but Jeff didn’t even need the knife. He just punched Troy straight in the stomach and Troy went down. As he fell, he puked all over. Liu could do nothing but look in amazement at Jeff.
“Jeff how’d you?” was all he said. They saw the bus coming and knew they’d be blamed for the whole thing. So they started running as fast as they could. As they ran, they looked back and saw the bus driver rushing over to Randy and the others. As Jeff and Liu made it to school, they didn’t dare tell what happened. All they did was sit and listen. Liu just thought of that as his brother beating up a few kids, but Jeff knew it was more. It was something, scary. As he got that feeling he felt how powerful it was, the urge to just, hurt someone.
He didn’t like how it sounded, but he couldn’t help feeling happy. He felt that strange feeling go away, and stay away for the entire day of school. Even as he walked home due to the whole thing near the bus stop, and how now he probably wouldn’t be taking the bus anymore, he felt happy. When he got home his parents asked him how his day was, and he said, in a somewhat ominous voice, “It was a wonderful day.” Next morning, he heard a knock at his front door. He walked down to find two police officers at the door, his mother looking back at him with an angry look.
“Jeff, these officers tell me that you attacked three kids. That it wasn’t regular fighting, and that they were stabbed. Stabbed, son!” Jeff’s gaze fell to the floor, showing his mother that it was true.
“Mom, they were the ones who pulled the knives on me and Liu.”
“Son,” said one of the cops,” We found three kids, two stabbed, one having a bruise on his stomach, and we have witnesses proving that you fled the scene. Now, what does that tell us?” Jeff knew it was no use. He could say him and Liu had been attacked, but then there was no proof it was not them who attacked first. They couldn’t say that they weren’t fleeing, because truth be told they were. So Jeff couldn’t defend himself or Liu.
“Son, call down your brother.” Jeff couldn’t do it since it was he who beat up all the kids.
“Sir, it…it was me. I was the one who beat up the kids. Liu tried to hold me back, but he couldn’t stop me.” The cop looked at his partner and they both nod.
“Well, kid, looks like a year in juvie…”
“Wait!” says Liu. They all looked up to see him holding a knife. The officers pulled their guns and locked them on Liu.
“It was me, I beat up those little punks. Have the marks to prove it.” He lifted up his sleeves to reveal cuts and bruises, as if he was in a struggle.
“Son, just put the knife down,” said the officer. Liu held up the knife and dropped it to the ground. He put his hands up and walked over to the cops.
“No, Liu, it was me! I did it!” Jeff had tears running down his face.
“Huh, poor bro. Trying to take the blame for what I did. Well, take me away.” The police led Liu out to the patrol car.
“Liu, tell them it was me! Tell them! I was the one who beat up those kids!” Jeff’s mother put her hands on his shoulders.
“Jeff please, you don’t have to lie. We know it’s Liu, you can stop.” Jeff watched helplessly as the cop car speeds off with Liu inside. A few minutes later Jeff’s dad pulled into the driveway, seeing Jeff’s face and knowing something was wrong.
“Son, son what is it?” Jeff couldn’t answer. His vocal cords were strained from crying. Instead, Jeff’s mother walked his father inside to break the bad news to him as Jeff wept in the driveway. After an hour or so Jeff walked back into the house, seeing that his parents were both shocked, sad, and disappointed. He couldn’t look at them. He couldn’t see how they thought of Liu when it was his fault. He just went to sleep, trying to get the whole thing off his mind. Two days went by, with no word from Liu at JDC. No friends to hang out with. Nothing but sadness and guilt. That is until Saturday, when Jeff is woken up by his mother, with a happy, sunshiny face.
“Jeff, it’s the day,” she said as she opened up the curtains and let light flood into his room.
“What? What’s today?” asked Jeff as he stirs awake.
“Why, it’s Billy’s party.” He was now fully awake.
“Mom, you’re joking, right? You don’t expect me to go to some kid’s party after…” There was a long pause.
“Jeff, we both know what happened. I think this party could be the thing that brightens up the past days. Now, get dressed.” Jeff’s mother walked out of the room and downstairs to get ready herself. He fought himself to get up. He picked out a random shirt and pair of jeans and walked downstairs. He saw his mother and father all dressed up; his mother in a dress and his father in a suit. He thought, why they would ever wear such fancy clothes to a kid’s party?
“Son, is that all your going to wear?” said Jeff’s mom.
“Better than wearing too much,” he said. His mother pushed down the feeling to yell at him and hid it with a smile.
“Now Jeff, we may be over-dressed, but this is how you go if you want to make an impression.” said his father. Jeff grunted and went back up to his room.
“I don’t have any fancy clothes!” he yelled downstairs.
“Just pick out something.” called his mother. He looked around in his closet for what he would call fancy. He found a pair of black dress pants he had for special occasions and an undershirt. He couldn’t find a shirt to go with it though. He looked around and found only striped and patterned shirts. None of which go with dress pants. Finally, he found a white hoodie and put it on.
“You’re wearing that?” they both said. His mother looked at her watch. “Oh, no time to change. Let’s just go.” She said as she herded Jeff and his father out the door. They crossed the street over to Barbara and Billy’s house. They knocked on the door and at it appeared that Barbara, just like his parents, way over-dressed. As they walked inside all Jeff could see were adults, no kids.
“The kids are out in the yard. Jeff, how about you go and meet some of them?” said Barbara.
Jeff walked outside to a yard full of kids. They were running around in weird cowboy costumes and shooting each other with plastic guns. He might as well be standing in a Toys R Us. Suddenly a kid came up to him and handed him a toy gun and hat.
“Hey. Wanna pway?” he said.
“Ah, no kid. I’m way too old for this stuff.” The kid looked at him with that weird puppy-dog face.
“Pwease?” said the kid. “Fine,” said Jeff. He put on the hat and started to pretend shoot at the kids. At first, he thought it was totally ridiculous, but then he started to actually have fun. It might not have been super cool, but it was the first time he had done something that took his mind off of Liu. So he played with the kids for a while, until he heard a noise. A weird rolling noise. Then it hit him. Randy, Troy, and Keith all jumped over the fence on their skateboards. Jeff dropped the fake gun and ripped off the hat. Randy looked at Jeff with a burning hatred.
“Hello, Jeff, is it?” he said. “We have some unfinished business.” Jeff saw his bruised nose.” I think we’re even. I beat the crap out of you, and you get my brother sent to JDC.”
Randy got an angry look in his eyes. “Oh no, I don’t go for even, I go for winning. You may have kicked our asses that one day, but not today.” As he said that Randy rushed at Jeff. They both fell to the ground. Randy punched Jeff in the nose, and Jeff grabbed him by the ears and head-butted him. Jeff pushed Randy off of him and both rose to their feet. Kids were screaming and parents were running out of the house. Troy and Keith both pulled guns out of their pockets.
“No one interrupts or guts will fly!” they said. Randy pulled a knife on Jeff and stabbed it into his shoulder.
Jeff screamed and fell to his knees. Randy started kicking him in the face. After three kicks Jeff grabs his foot and twists it, causing Randy to fall to the ground. Jeff stood up and walked towards the back door. Troy grabbed him.
“Need some help?” He picks Jeff up by the back of the collar and throws him through the patio door. As Jeff tries to stand he is kicked down to the ground. Randy repeatedly starts kicking Jeff, until he starts to cough up blood.
“Come on Jeff, fight me!” He picks Jeff up and throws him into the kitchen. Randy sees a bottle of vodka on the counter and smashes the glass over Jeff’s head.
“Fight!” He throws Jeff back into the living room.
“Come on Jeff, look at me!” Jeff glances up, his face riddled with blood. “I was the one who got your brother sent to JDC! And now you’re just gonna sit here and let him rot in there for a whole year! You should be ashamed!” Jeff starts to get up.
“Oh, finally! you stand and fight!” Jeff is now to his feet, blood and vodka on his face. Once again he gets that strange feeling, the one in which he hasn’t felt for a while. “Finally. He’s up!” says Randy as he runs at Jeff. That’s when it happens. Something inside Jeff snaps. 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. The punch causes Randy’s heart to stop. As Randy gasps for breath. Jeff hammers down on him. Punch after punch, blood gushes from Randy’s body, until he takes one final breath, and dies.
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. Jeff sees the guns trained on him and runs for the stairs. As he runs Troy and Keith let out fire on him, each shot missing. 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.
Troy swings his knife at Jeff, who backs away and bangs the towel rack into Troy’s face. Troy goes down hard and now all that’s left is Keith. 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. He pulled back the towel rack and swung it straight into Keith’s head. As he lay there, bleeding to death, he let out an ominous smile.
“What’s so funny?” asked Jeff. Keith pulled out a lighter and switched it on. “What’s funny,” he said, “Is that you’re covered in bleach and alcohol.” Jeff’s eyes widened as Keith threw the lighter at him. 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. That’s when he passed out.
When Jeff woke he had a cast wrapped around his face. He couldn’t see anything, but he felt a cast on his shoulder, and stitches all over his body. 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.
“I don’t think you can get out of bed just yet,” she said as she put him back in his bed and re-inserted the tube. Jeff sat there, with no vision, no idea of what his surroundings were. Finally, after hours, he heard his mother.
“Honey, are you okay?” she asked. Jeff couldn’t answer though, his face was covered, and he was unable to speak. “Oh honey, I have great news. After all the witnesses told the police that Randy confessed of trying to attack you, they decided to let Liu go.” This made Jeff almost bolt up, stopping halfway, remembering the tube coming out of his arm. “He’ll be out by tomorrow, and then you two will be able to be together again.”
Jeff’s mother hugs Jeff and says her goodbyes. 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 members were all there to see it, what he would look like. As the doctors unwrapped the bandages from Jeff’s face everyone was on the edge of their seats. They waited until the last bandage holding the cover over his face was almost removed.
“Let’s hope for the best,” said the doctor. He quickly pulls the cloth; letting the rest fall from Jeff’s face.
Jeff’s mother screams at the sight of his face. Liu and Jeff’s dad stare awe-struck at his face.
“What? What happened to my face?” Jeff said. He rushed out of bed and ran to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw the cause of the distress. His face. It…it’s horrible. 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,” said Liu, “It’s not that bad….”
“Not that bad?” said Jeff,” It’s perfect!” His family was equally surprised. Jeff started laughing uncontrollably His parents noticed that his left eye and hand were twitching.
“Uh… Jeff, are you okay?”
“Okay? I’ve never felt more happy! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaa, look at me! This face goes perfectly with me!” He couldn’t stop laughing. He stroked his face feeling it. Looking at it in the mirror. What caused this? Well, you may recall that when Jeff was fighting Randy something in his mind, his sanity, snapped. Now he was left as a crazy killing machine, that is, his parents didn’t know.
“Doctor,” said Jeff’s mom, “Is my son… alright, you know. In the head?”
“Oh yes, this behavior is typical for patients that have taken very large amounts of pain killers. If his behavior doesn’t change in a few weeks, bring him back here, and we’ll give him a psychological test.”
“Oh, thank you, doctor.” Jeff’s mother went over to Jeff. “Jeff, sweetie, it’s time to go.”
Jeff looks away from the mirror, his face still formed into a crazy smile. “Kay mommy, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaa!” his mother took him by the shoulder and took him to get his clothes.
“This is what came in,” said the lady at the desk. Jeff’s mom looked down to see the black dress pants and white hoodie her son wore. Now they were clean of blood and now stitched together. Jeff’s mother led him to his room and made him put his clothes on. Then they left, not knowing that this was their final day of life.
Later that night, Jeff’s mother woke to a sound coming from the bathroom. 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, what are you doing?” asked his mother.
Jeff looked over to his mother. “I couldn’t keep smiling, mommy. It hurt after a while. Now I can smile forever.” Jeff’s mother noticed his eyes, ringed in black.
“Jeff, your eyes!” His eyes were seemingly never closing.
“I couldn’t see my face. I got tired and my eyes started to close. I burned out the eyelids so I could forever see myself; my new face.” Jeff’s mother slowly started to back away, seeing that her son was going insane. “What’s wrong mommy? Aren’t I beautiful?
“Yes son,” she said, “Yes you are. L-let me go get daddy, so he can see your face.” She ran into the room and shook Jeff’s dad from his sleep. “Honey, get the gun we…..” She stopped as she saw Jeff in the doorway, holding a knife.
“Mommy, you lied.” That’s the last thing they hear as Jeff rushes them with the knife, gutting both of them.
His brother Liu woke up, startled by some noise. He didn’t hear anything else, so he just shut his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. As he was on the border of slumber, he got the strangest feeling that someone was watching him. He looked up before Jeff’s hand covered his mouth. He slowly raised the knife ready to plunge it into Liu. Liu thrashed here and there trying to escape Jeff’s grip.
“Shhhhhhh,” Jeff said. “Just go to sleep.”
Remember to check out the Jeff The Killer Reboot of this creepypasta classic.
Dark Images and Darker Stories
Whilst the above explains the backstory of the Creepypasta tale itself, the question remains, where did the image come from in the first place? Here is where fact and fiction begin to blur with even the photograph’s origins being obscured by half-truths and myth.
For some time it was believed the photograph was a photoshop manipulated image of a girl identified as Katy Robinson. The story went that this young girl, who was considered by some internet trolls to be overweight, was eventually driven to suicide by online bullies. Her image was then photoshopped and used as the basis for the most widely known Jeff the Killer image.
It’s a tragic story which though it exists entirely separately from the Jeff the Killer Creepypasta lends Jeff’s image of the bleach-skinned wide-eyed smiler, an even more sinister aspect and a legitimate reason to find the image unnerving, depicting as it did not only a deceased girl, but a victim of the same species of bullying that the fictional character endures. Unfortunately, this story also turns out to be nonsense.
The Katy Robinson story and the entire idea that the Jeff the Killer image used the photograph of a deceased girl as its basis has been debunked. The girl featured in the photograph alleged to belong to the unfortunate Ms Robinson is actually a girl named Heather White, who has confirmed that the images alleged to have been manipulated have nothing to do with the famous image of Jeff the Killer.
Another theory that has gained traction in recent years is that the original photograph was of an unnamed stickam girl. This girl, who is alleged to have been crying for attention, was said to have used images in which the flash from the camera or monitor illuminated and overexposed her face giving it the bleached-out white appearance familiar from the Jeff Killer images.
Her image was subsequently screenshotted and adopted by another anonymous user who then posed as her using her photograph to ask “Am I pretty?”
Responding to what seemed to be a naked self-promotion or hunting for sympathy clicks, viewers of the image gradually added to a thread in which they manipulated the image so that it gradually became more and more distorted. These photoshopped images are believed by some to have evolved into the original Jeff the Killer photographs. Well, that’s one theory at least and currently, the one that seems to be given the most credence.
Other theories as to the image’s origin are that the root image is in fact simply a manipulated photograph of Jeff The Killer’s original poster Susseur wearing a latex mask. This is actually what he claimed, though the fact that the image has been identified in videos and other sources a number of years before he posted his story makes this claim seem somewhat unreliable.
As is the theory that the image is a manipulation of the ‘overly attached girlfriend’ meme because of the similarly wide-eyed and smiling pose. This theory can be debunked almost immediately owing to the fact that the meme in question (based on an image of Laina Morris) features an image from 2012, meaning that it came into existence long after the earliest known version of the Jeff image and indeed the original Jeff the Killer story.
So far the farthest back anyone has been able to trace the image is to a Japanese site called pya.cc where two versions of the image were found, both faces are noseless, though one has added contour shading around the eyes, and the area where the nose would be. It has also been noted that the two images have different eye shapes, with one looking more like the eyes of a stuffed toy or cartoon character.
Other Possible Jeff The Killer Influences.
Though they seem to be less widely acknowledged a number of other pop culture characters have clearly influenced the evolution of Jeff the Killer
Most prominent amongst these is the DC villain and Batman arch nemesis The Joker. Not only does this character share the clown-like combination of a white face and maniacal smile, but in Tim Burton’s version (as played by Jack Nicholson) his face is disfigured by an accident with chemicals, a trope which is also present in various versions of the Jeff the Killer story.
In Christopher Nolan’s version meanwhile, the noticeably scarred Joker (played by Heath Ledger) is thought to have deliberately mutilated his own face in order to create the fixed grin, telling various conflicting stories throughout the film as to how he was scarred in the first place. Again this is a trope employed in the Jeff the Killer stories.
Both The Joker and Jeff The Killer can trace their origins further back to the early black-and-white classic The Man Who Laughed in which the tragic hero has a fixed maniacal smile throughout.
Even less discussed is the obvious influence of the Japanese manga (and later movie) character Ichi the Killer who not only shares virtually the same name as Jeff but has a fondness for knives and homicide and also sports a badly scarred mouth twisted into a permanent smile.
Why is Jeff The Killer So Popular?
Credit for the Jeff the Killer character: Sesseur (DeviantArt)
Publisher’s Note: According to the character’s original creator, Sesseur, he is not the author of the tale featured here, and claims this popular version of the Jeff The Killer story is “fan-fiction” written by a follower of his earlier work, which has since been lost. For the original story of Jeffrey Hodek, per the vision of the character’s original creator, you can visit Sesseur’s DeviantArt post here.
Remember to check out the Jeff The Killer Reboot of this creepypasta classic.
More classic Creepypasta stories can be found here:
Slender Man
Ben Drowned
Jeff The Killer vs Slenderman
Jeff the Killer: quick facts
- First appeared online in 2008, on YouTube and Newgrounds, and was retold and rewritten many times as it spread across creepypasta sites.
- His trademark line, “Go to sleep,” is one of the most quoted lines in internet horror.
- The famous Jeff the Killer picture is a heavily edited photo. Its original source has never been confirmed.
- A modern retelling, Jeff the Killer (Reboot), expands his backstory.
Jeff the Killer FAQ
Is Jeff the Killer real?
No. Jeff the Killer is a fictional character from an internet horror story. There is no real killer behind the legend.
What is Jeff the Killer’s backstory?
In the original story, Jeff Woods is a teenager who moves to a new town with his family. After a fight with local bullies he is doused in bleach and alcohol and set on fire. Badly disfigured, he carves a smile into his face, burns away his eyelids and kills his family, whispering “Go to sleep.”
Who is Liu in Jeff the Killer?
Liu is Jeff’s younger brother. In the original story he is sent away after taking the blame for Jeff’s fight, and later versions and fan stories build him into a character of his own.
Who created Jeff the Killer?
No single author is credited. The character first appeared online in 2008 on YouTube and Newgrounds, and the story was rewritten by different people as it spread.
What does Jeff the Killer say?
His best-known line is “Go to sleep,” which he whispers to his victims.
Is the Jeff the Killer picture real?
The image is a heavily edited photograph. Many theories about who is in the original photo have circulated, but none has been proven.
How old is Jeff the Killer?
Jeff is thirteen years old at the start of the original story, when his family moves to a new neighbourhood. Later fan stories and art often show him as an older teenager.
Is Jeff the Killer dead?
No. The original story ends with Jeff alive and on the loose, which is why so many sequels, rewrites and fan stories carry his story on.
What should I read after Jeff the Killer?
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Alright. Enough is enough, I can’t believe people are still arguing. I never thought I’d do this but…
Deconstruction time.
“Excerpt from a local Newspaper:
OMINOUS UNKNOWN KILLER IS STILL AT LARGE.”
Was there any need for the capital letters here? That’s instantly annoying and unnecessary.
“After weeks of unexplained murders, the ominous unknown killer is still on the rise.”
Wow, was “ominous” your favourite word that day? Perhaps you’d benefit from a thesaurus.
“After little evidence has been found, a young boy states that he survived one of the killer’s attacks and bravely tells his story.”
Your apostrophe in “killers” is in the wrong place. They’re the attacks belonging to the killer. “The Killers’ attacks”. You’ve written “he survived one of the killer is attacks.
“I had a bad dream and I woke up in the middle of the night,” says the boy, “I saw that for some reason the window was open, even though I remember it being closed before I went to bed. I got up and shut it once more. Afterwards, I simply crawled under my covers and tried to get back to sleep.”
How old is this young boy? Most people say “I got into into bed.” Not your freaky kid though, he crawls under covers which incidentally is a term I’ve always hated. No one crawls under the covers.
“That’s when I had a strange feeling, like someone was watching me. I looked up, and nearly jumped out of my bed. There, in the little ray of light, illuminating from between my curtains, were a pair of two eyes. These weren’t regular eyes; they were dark, ominous eyes.”
Another use of ominous except this time it’s being said by a child.
“They were bordered in black and… just plain out terrified me. That’s when I saw his mouth. A long, horrendous smile that made every hair on my body stand up. The figure stood there, watching me. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he said it. A simple phrase, but said in a way only a mad man could speak.”
This isn’t scary, we know that the child survived because he’s telling the press about his story of survival. This means that there is no tension built up. It’s just boring and feels like a story lengthener as opposed to relevant for the story.
““He said, ‘Go To Sleep.’ I let out a scream, that’s what sent him at me. He pulled up a knife; aiming at my heart. He jumped on top of my bed. I fought him back; I kicked, I punched, I rolled around, trying to knock him off me.”
Again, if we didn’t know the child with a vocabulary far more advanced than his years was going to survive this might be good. Instead it feels boring and like you’re just trying to make your story longer. I also hate it when a story plunges you straight into action. All of my favourite stories have a slower build up. This allows you to imagine the characters and the location.
“That’s when my dad busted in. The man threw the knife, it went into my dad’s shoulder. The man probably would’ve finished him off, if one of the neighbors hadn’t alerted the police.”
How did the neighbour know to alert the police? Did the little boys Mother rush over there and inform them. Did they hear the commotion etc. These are little things I feel should be explained in a story that’s as well followed as this one.
““They drove into the parking lot, and ran towards the door. The man turned and ran down the hallway. I heard a smash, like glass breaking. As I came out of my room, I saw the window that was pointing towards the back of my house was broken. I looked out it to see him vanish into the distance. I can tell you one thing, I will never forget that face. Those cold, evil eyes, and that psychotic smile. They will never leave my head.””
Pyschotic as a description is very clichéd and again slightly outside the normal vocabulary for a child.
“Police are still on the look for this man. If you see anyone that fits the description in this story, please contact your local police department.”
I think the police would reiterate the description and they’d also probably produce a photo fit. I bet it’d be a better drawing than the crappy photoshopped picture at the bottom of your story.
“Jeff and his family had just moved into a new neighborhood. His dad had gotten a promotion at work, and they thought it would be best to live in one of those “fancy” neighborhoods. Jeff and his brother Liu couldn’t complain though. A new, better house. What was not to love? As they were getting unpacked, one of their neighbors came by.”
Blimey, there’s nothing totally wrong with this paragraph. It should’ve been at the start of the story but I can’t mock it any more than that.
““Hello,” she said, “I’m Barbara; I live across the street from you. Well, I just wanted to introduce my self and to introduce my son.” She turns around and calls her son over. “Billy, these are our new neighbors.” Billy said hi and ran back to play in his yard.”
That was riveting.
““Well,” said Jeff’s mom, “I’m Margaret, and this is my husband Peter, and my two sons, Jeff and Liu.” They each introduced themselves, and then Barbara invited them to her son’s birthday. Jeff and his brother were about to object, when their mother said that they would love to. When Jeff and his family are done packing, Jeff went up to his mom.”
What sort of weirdo would invite complete strangers to her son’s birthday party. I live on a beautiful island that’s relatively crime free. We wouldn’t be that forward and weird with our new neighbours.
““Mom, why would you invite us to some kid’s party? If you haven’t noticed, I’m not some dumb kid.””
Why would it matter if Jeff could speak or not? Okay, I’m being pedantic.
There was another boring section here. It was reasonably well written though so I didn’t see the point in mocking it.
“He walked up to his room and plopped down on his bed. He sat there looking at his ceiling when suddenly, he got a weird feeling.”
Sexual healing… why would anyone sit down staring at the ceiling?
“Not so much a pain, but… a weird feeling. He dismissed it as just some random feeling. He heard his mother call him down to get his stuff, and he walked down to get it.”
Fair enough. I suppose he is a teenager, he’ll get used to those feelings in time. I suppose it was the thought of being invited to Billys’ birthday party.
“The next day, Jeff walked down stairs to get breakfast and got ready for school.”
I hate these sort of sentences. They’re so pointless. It just seems like you wanted a long story so you put in these sentences to fill space. I don’t care if he walked down stairs. You could’ve just explained that he got another boner at the breakfast table. That’s fine.
“As he sat there, eating his breakfast, he once again got that feeling. This time it was stronger. It gave him a slight tugging pain, but he once again dismissed it.”
Oh good lord. You’re definitely talking about erections aren’t you.
“As he and Liu finished breakfast, they walked down to the bus stop. They sat there waiting for the bus, and then, all of a sudden, some kid on a skateboard jumped over them, only inches above their laps. They both jumped back in surprise. “Hey, what the hell?””
How did the kid on the skateboard get enough height to jump over two people. Considering the fact that they’re both male they’d be sitting with their legs slightly apart and would be sitting far enough away that they wouldn’t touch each other. Were they sitting on the floor or on a bench?
“The kid landed and turned back to them. He kicked his skate board up and caught it with his hands. The kid seems to be about twelve; one year younger than Jeff. He wears a Aeropostale shirt and ripped blue jeans.”
Wow, look out ladies and gents we’ve got a twelve year old badass on our hands. This story would be somewhat more believable if the characters were a little bit older.
““Well, well, well. It looks like we got some new meat.””
Oh no, Jeff gets his erections at awful times doesn’t he! Then again at that age I didn’t have a lot of control either.
“Suddenly, two other kids appeared. One was super skinny and the other was huge.”
Wow, good descriptive writing there.
““Well, since you’re new here, I’d like to introduce ourselves, over there is Keith.” Jeff and Liu looked over to the skinny kid. He had a dopey face that you would expect a sidekick to have.”
Yes, I always think that when I see people. Oh look at his droopy face, he must be a sidekick. I think this because I am the fucking king of idiocy.
““And he’s Troy.” They looked over at the fat kid. Talk about a tub of lard. This kid looked like he hadn’t exercised since he was crawling.”
Oh wow, let’s all stereotype the fat kid.
““And I,” said the first kid, “am Randy.”
We guessed that from his opening line.
There was nothing wrong with the sentence about bus fares. I removed it from here for that reason.
“Liu stood up, ready to punch the lights out of the kid’s eyes when one of his friends pulled a knife on him.””
They’re twelve years old. What sort of twelve year old carries a knife? This is stupid keeps ringing through my head.
““Tsk, tsk, tsk, I had hoped you would be more cooperative, but it seems we must do this the hard way.” The kid walked up to Liu and took his wallet out of his pocket.”
Wow, he must be good at that. I struggle to remove my own wallet sometimes and this kid can just do it without Liu even struggling. Oh right yeah, twelve year olds with knives. How silly of me to forget something like that.
“Jeff got that feeling again. Now, it was truly strong; a burning sensation. He stood up, but Liu gestured him to sit down. Jeff ignored him and walked up to the kid.”
Oh no! Not the erection again!
““Listen here you little punk, give back my bro’s wallet or else.” Randy put the wallet in his pocket and pulled out his own knife.”
Oh great another knife. What’s scrawny little Jeff going to do?
““Oh? And what will you do?””
Hah, great minds and all that.
“Just as he finished the sentence, Jeff popped the kid in the nose.”
Oh good lord, he just doesn’t stop does he.
“As Randy reached for his face, Jeff grabbed the kid’s wrist and broke it.”
How did he break it? You need to describe this. Are you getting lazy.
“Randy screamed and Jeff grabbed the knife from his hand. Troy and Keith rushed Jeff, but Jeff was too quick.”
In what way did they rush him. How did he avoid them? These are things I’d like to know. I don’t give a shit if Jeff walked down stairs to have breakfast. I do care about something that is a major game changer.
“He threw Randy to the ground.”
Again, no descriptive narration to explain how Jeff through him the ground.
“Keith lashed out at him, but Jeff ducked and stabbed him in the arm. Keith dropped his knife and fell to the ground screaming.”
Yes as I expect you would do if you were twelve. That’s what makes this whole thing so stupid. They’re twelve fucking years old and they’re playing stabby stabby with a few knives. Who thinks this shit up? It’s like a blackhole formed and swallowed logic and reasoning up.
“Troy rushd him too, but Jeff didn’t even need the knife.”
There’s that stupid “rushed” word again. I assume it’s some form of slang where you live. It certainly isn’t where I live. If I rushed something it means I didn’t do a good enough job or I moved quickly. I think the only person who rushed Jeff here is the author. That would certainly explain the sheer stupidity of this surprisingly overused (not just Jeff) premise.
“He just punched Troy straight in the stomach and Troy went down. As he fell, he puked all over.”
All over what? Troy is the fat kid right? So Jeff punched the fat kid in the stomach. I’m amazed he felt it.
“Liu could do nothing but look in amazement at Jeff.”
Oh god, incest.
““Jeff how’d you?””
Yes indeed Jeff, how’d you?
“that was all he said.”
Wow, I’m really getting a feel for his character now.
“They saw the bus coming and knew they’d be blamed for the whole thing.”
Well yes. Jeff stabbed a bunch of twelve year olds and made one of them “puke all over”.
“So they started running as fast as they could. As they ran, they looked back and saw the bus driver rushing over to Randy and the others.”
Rush, rush, rush, rush, rush ominous rushing rusher rushing rushly rush ominous rush.
“As Jeff and Liu made it to school, they didn’t dare tell what happened.”
Tell who what happened? Badly written sentence. I think they’ll be caught out. The “bullies” saw them do it, then a bus turned up. Did none of the children on the bus see two boys sprinting away from the scene of the crime? I put bullies in quotation marks because Jeff appears to be more of a bully than them. They’re a year younger than him and he just stabbed them all and made the fat one puke.
“All they did was sit and listen. Liu just thought of that as his brother beating up a few kids, but Jeff knew it was more.”
Pardon? Wahey, ding, ding, ding, ding. Another incoherent sentence. Congratulations.
“It was something, scary.”
Woah, I’m feeling all tense now.
“As he got that feeling he felt how powerful it was, the urge to just, hurt someone.”
There you see, bully. To the imbecile who claims that Jeff stands up to the bullies and “makes everything beautiful” he has an urge to hurt random people. He doesn’t sound very pleasant to me.
“He didn’t like how it sounded, but he couldn’t help feeling happy.”
What, did he fart?
“He felt that strange feeling go away, and stay away for the entire day of school.”
What? So it went and didn’t come back for the day? Did it keep coming and going? Incoherent sentence numero trois.
“Even as he walked home due to the whole thing near the bus stop, and how now he probably wouldn’t be taking the bus anymore, he felt happy.”
What? Another incoherent sentence but I thought this was a fucking masterpiece.
“When he got home his parents asked him how his day was, and he said, in a somewhat ominous voice, “It was a wonderful day.””
Yay! There’s that word again I was wondering when it was going to make another appearance.
“Next morning, he heard a knock at his front door. He walked down to find two police officers at the door, his mother looking back at him with an angry look.”
Yes because it took a whole day for fatty, droopy and horny to inform the authorities of the fact that they got stabbed. It also took a whole day for a bus driver and bus load of people to do the same.
““Jeff, these officers tell me that you attacked three kids. That it wasn’t regular fighting, and that they were stabbed. Stabbed, son!””
She doesn’t sound as distraught as my Mother would be in that situation. She says that pretty calmly and smoothly considering that she’s just found out that her son is a stabby little fucker.
“Jeff’s gaze fell to the floor, showing his mother that it was true.”
Yes because when I look at the floor it means I’m being honest and it has nothing to do with avoiding dog shit.
““Mom, they were the ones who pulled the knives on me and Liu.””
Yeah, like anyone would believe that. They’re twelve!
““Son,” said one of the cops,” We found three kids, two stabbed, one having a bruise on his stomach, and we have witnesses proving that you fled the scene.”
So the police found them? The bus driver just drove off presumably.
“Now, what does that tell us?” Jeff knew it was no use. He could say him and Liu had been attacked, but then there was no proof it was not them who attacked first. They couldn’t say that they weren’t fleeing, because truth be told they were. So Jeff couldn’t defend himself or Liu.”
Thanks for explaining that to me. I didn’t have the intellect to figure this very simple story out for myself.
Nothing overly wrong with the sentence that was here.
““Sir, it…it was me. I was the one who beat up the kids. Liu tried to hold me back, but he couldn’t stop me.” The cop looked at his partner and they both nod.”
So Liu has come down stairs now then?
““Well kid, looks like a year in Juvy…””
A year? For stabbing people. A fucking year? I don’t think the cop passes out the sentences anyway, they do that in court.
““Wait!” says Liu. They all looked up to see him holding a knife. The officers pulled their guns and locked them on Liu.”
Oh Jesus Christ. Welcome to America. Teenager with a kitchen knife, shoot him! What do the police think he’s going to do? Stab everyone in the house with a knife then carve into his own face. That would be a stupid idea for a story.
““It was me, I beat up those little punks. Have the marks to prove it.” He lifted up his sleeves to reveal cuts and bruises, as if he was in a struggle.”
Where did the cuts and bruises come from?
““Son, just put the knife down,” said the officer. Liu held up the knife and dropped it to the ground. He put his hands up and walked over to the cops.”
Naww, he’s a good little boy.
I took out this sentence as there was nothing wrong with it.
““Huh, poor bro. Trying to take the blame for what I did. Well, take me away.” The police led Liu out to the patrol car.”
So Liu showed no reaction at all, not even a tear?
““Liu, tell them it was me! Tell them! I was the one who beat up those kids!” Jeff’s mother put her hands on his shoulders.”
I think in reality, they’d arrest both kids until they got to the bottom of it. Both children would require a pyschiatric assessment etc. Huge oversight by the author here.
“Jeff watched helplessly as the cop car speeds off with Liu inside. A few minutes later Jeff’s dad pulled into the driveway, seeing Jeff’s face and knowing something was wrong.”
So what, the Mother didn’t even phone Daddy to inform him of the terrible happening. Oh don’t worry about it Jeff’s Dad. Your sons are just a bit stabby, we’re hoping it’s a phase.
““Son, son what is it?” Jeff couldn’t answer. His vocal cords were strained from crying. Instead, Jeff’s mother walked his father inside to break the bad news to him as Jeff wept in the driveway.”
Sounds like a pussy.
“After an hour or so Jeff walked back in to the house, seeing that his parents were both shocked, sad, and disappointed.”
Good accurate portrayal of their emotions, well done. Was Jeff just weeping on his own in the driveway for an hour? His parents may be “shocked sad and disappointed but they’re still parents and they still have a duty of care to their Son.
“He couldn’t look at them. He couldn’t see how they thought of Liu when it was his fault. He just went to sleep, trying to get the whole thing off his mind.”
Yeah that’s good, just go to sleep.
“Two days went by, with no word from Liu at JDC. No friends to hang out with. Nothing but sadness and guilt. That is until Saturday, when Jeff is woke up by his mother, with a happy, sunshiny face.”
A couple of days after her Son is arrested she’s smiling with a “sunshiny” face.
““Jeff, it’s the day.” she said as she opened up the curtains and let light flood into his room.”
It’s the day? I thought she’d wake him at night time.
““What, what’s today?” asked Jeff as he stirs awake.
“Why, it’s Billy’s party.” He was now fully awake.
“Mom, you’re joking, right? You don’t expect me to go to some kid’s party after…” There was a long pause.”
I actually agree with Jeffs’ logic. I think most people probably would.
““Jeff, we both know what happened. I think this party could be the thing that brightens up the past days. Now, get dressed.””
After an occurrence like this you’d have to be an extremely hard and resilient person to want to go to a party.
“Jeff’s mother walked out of the room and downstairs to get ready herself.”
Again, I don’t care if she went downstairs.
“He fought himself to get up. He picked out a random shirt and pair of jeans and walked down stairs. He saw his mother and father all dressed up; his mother in a dress and his father in a suit. He thought, why they would ever wear such fancy clothes to a kid’s party?”
They’re not thinking straight Jeff, they’ve just learned that one of their Sons is a stabby bastard.
This was all boring. I really cannot be arsed to read an argument about which clothes to wear.
I’m going to delete sentences that are reasonably well written. Otherwise this is going to be hideously long.
“Jeff walked outside to a yard full of kids. They were running around in weird cowboy costumes and shooting each other with plastic guns. He might as well be standing in a Toys R Us. Suddenly a kid came up to him and handed him a toy gun and hat.”
That sounds like a typical description of a kids party. Except it sounds as though the author is a whiny idiot. What’s weird about cowboy outfits?
““Ah, no kid. I’m way too old for this stuff.” The kid looked at him with that weird puppydog face.”
What’s weird about a puppy dog face?
““Pwease?” said the kid. “Fine,” said Jeff. He put on the hat and started to pretend shoot at the kids. At first he thought it was totally ridiculous, but then he started to actually have fun.”
Oh so he’s finally acting a bit closer to his age. Congratulations to author for realising that thirteen year olds aren’t typically violent stabby bastards.
“It might not have been super cool, but it was the first time he had done something that took his mind off of Liu.”
Yes, a few days later. It’s not exactly months later is it? I think that’s an unbelievable recovery. So unbelievable that it’s actually just stupid.
“So he played with the kids for a while, until he heard a noise. A weird rolling noise. Then it hit him. Randy, Troy, and Keith all jumped over the fence on their skateboards.”
Oh good, they got better quickly. They were stabbed and punched (till they puked) just a few days prior to this. Another remarkable recovery. Must be something in the water.
“Randy got an angry look in his eyes. “Oh no, I don’t go for even, I go for winning. You may have kicked our asses that one day, but not today.” As he said that Randy rushed at Jeff.”
Oh no, another “rushed” fighting scene.
“They both fell to the ground. Randy punched Jeff in the nose, and Jeff grabbed him by the ears and head butted him. Jeff pushed Randy off of him and both rose to their feet. Kids were screaming and parents were running out of the house. Troy and Keith both pulled guns out of their pockets.”
Oh Jesus Christ. Now they’ve got guns. What are the parents doing? Just running out the house or are they trying to remove their children from harms way? Where are Jeffs’ parents?
““No one interrupts or guts will fly!” they said. Randy pulled a knife on Jeff and stabbed it into his shoulder.”
Why not just shoot him? This is stupid, this is stupid, this is stupid. Twelve year olds with guns is ridiculously unrealistic and verging on hilarity. I don’t think this is what the author was aiming for.
“Jeff screamed and fell to his knees. Randy started kicking him in the face. After three kicks Jeff grabs his foot and twists it, causing Randy to fall to the ground.”
So even after he got stabbed in the shoulder he has the strength to do this? Do you not what your shoulder is made of? It’s all muscle, bone and ligaments, a knife going through these things would render it pretty much useless. I also doubt that a twelve year old would have the strength to do this.
“Jeff stood up and walked towards the back door. Troy grabbed him.”
So he just walked off? Where are his parents while all this has happened?
““Need some help?” He picks Jeff up by the back of the collar and throws him through the patio door. As Jeff tries to stand he is kicked down to the ground. Randy repeatedly starts kicking Jeff, until he starts to cough up blood.”
So now he’s been stabbed, thrown through a window and kicked to the point where he has internal bleeding. He’d be dead. Throwing someone through a window is extremely likely to kill them despite what you see in the movies. He’d die from the internal bleeding as well.
““Come on Jeff, fight me!” He picks Jeff up and throws him into the kitchen. Randy sees a bottle of vodka on the counter and smashes the glass over Jeff’s head.”
Yep he’d definitely be dead. If he wasn’t dead he’d certainly be unconcious long before any of this happened.
““Come on Jeff, look at me!” Jeff glances up, his face riddled with blood. “I was the one who got your brother sent to JDC! And now you’re just gonna sit here and let him rot in there for a whole year! You should be ashamed!” Jeff starts to get up.”
His brother would be put away for longer than a year. The police think he stabbed people. Jeff would be incapable of standing up.
““Oh, finally! you stand and fight!” Jeff is now to his feet, blood and vodka on his face. Once again he gets that strange feeling, the one in which he hasn’t felt for a while. “Finally. He’s up!” says Randy as he runs at Jeff.”
So he’s excited that Jeff is up then. He appears to have repeated himself. That’s good he’s running at Jeff instead of rushing him now.
“That’s when it happens. Something inside Jeff snaps. 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.”
How would he ever have the strength to do this? He wouldn’t have the strength to do this if he were 100%. This quote serves this well; “all rational thinking is gone”.
“He gets on top of him and punches him straight in the heart. The punch causes Randy’s heart to stop.”
Really? Would you like my email address. I could give you a quick crash course in understanding the human anatomy. I could also explain in detail how a thirteen year old wouldn’t have this sort of strength especially after being killed three times in one fight.
“As Randy gasps for breath. Jeff hammers down on him. Punch after punch, blood gushes from Randy’s body, until he takes one final breath, and dies.”
So what are the parents doing while he is killing someone?
“Everyone is looking at Jeff now. The parents, the crying kids, even Troy and Keith.”
Oh right. They’re just watching. I can view them now. Standing a few feet away eating popcorn. The kids are in the splash zone getting drenched in all the blood that’s flying about the place. Why didn’t fatty and droopy save horny?
“Although they easily break from their gaze and point their guns at Jeff. Jeff see’s the guns trained on him and runs for the stairs.”
Why didn’t they shoot him when he was killing their friend? This is stupid.
“As he runs Troy and Keith let out fire on him, each shot missing.”
I imagine that they would miss. They’re twelve the recoil from their guns probably broke their little fingers.
“Jeff runs up the stairs. He hears Troy and Keith follow up behind.”
I can’t imagine fatty is very quick up the stairs though.
“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.”
Oh good back to the very slightly less ridiculous twelve year olds with knives.
“A thing of bleach fell down on top of him from the top shelf.”
Yeah I deleted a bit. A thing of bleach? A bottle, a container etc. Very lazily written.
“It burnt both of them and they both started to scream. Jeff wiped his eyes as best as he could.”
Jeff would be blinded by the bleach. It would also enter his body quite quickly. At his young age that could lead to death.
“He pulled back the towel rack and swung it straight into Keith’s head. As he lay there, bleeding to death, he let out an ominous smile.”
For fuck sake. There’s that word again.
““What’s so funny?” asked Jeff. Keith pulled out a lighter and switched it on.”
Why does the twelve year old have a lighter? How did he manage to conceal a knife, a gun and lighter? This story is stupid. It’s ridiculous, it’s unrealistic and is probably the most overrated thing on the internet.
““What’s funny,” he said, “Is that you’re covered in bleach and alcohol.” Jeff’s eyes widened as Keith threw the lighter at him. 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’s dead again.
“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. That’s when he passed out.”
He’d be dead. Four times in one fight Jeff would’ve died. This is so stupid that it’s incomprehensible how anybody could actually enjoy this.
“When Jeff woke he had a cast wrapped around his face. He couldn’t see anything, but he felt a cast on his shoulder, and stitches all over his body. 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.”
It just fell out? They didn’t put the cannula in properly then.
““I don’t think you can get out of bed just yet.” she said”
I think he just did though despite the fact that he’d be dead.
“Finally, after hours, he heard his mother.”
Most parents would be there until their child woke up. No wonder this invincible thirteen year old is so fucked up.
““Honey, are you okay?” she asked. Jeff couldn’t answer though, his face was covered, and he was unable to speak. “Oh honey, I have great news. After all the witnesses told the police that Randy confessed of trying to attack you, they decided to let Liu go.””
There are no repurcussions for Jeff then? He murdered Fatty, Droopy and Horny.
“Jeff’s mother hugs Jeff and says her goodbyes.”
Jeff is mother hugs Jeff and says her goodbyes. Beautifully written.
Jeff’s mother screams at the sight of his face. Liu and Jeff’s dad stare awe-struck at his face.
Did they not try any reconstructive work at all? In reality they would. Another flaw in this supposed masterpiece.
““What? What happened to my face?” Jeff said. He rushed out of bed and ran to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw the cause of the distress. His face. It…it’s horrible. 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.”
Brilliant descriptive work. I can almost picture him now. Do you realise this is the first proper description of a character apart from; Fatty, Droopy and horny. Even then their descriptions were vague at best.
““Not that bad?” said Jeff,” It’s perfect!” His family were equally surprised. Jeff started laughing uncontrollably His parents noticed that his left eye and hand were twitching.”
But they didn’t think about taking him to see a pychiatrist?
““Okay? I’ve never felt more happy! Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa,”
This is supposed to be a serious story. You’re not chatting with your friends. hahahahahahaha is irritating.
“What caused this? Well, you may recall that when Jeff was fighting Randy something in his mind, his sanity, snapped. Now he was left as a crazy killing machine, that is, his parents didn’t know.”
So they didn’t watch him kill three people? They didn’t see his hand and eye twitching (everyone knows that’s an obvious sign of mental illness). You didn’t need to explain he had lost his sanity. Don’t assume your readers are idiots. Although actually on this occasion it appears that most are.
“Doctor,” said Jeff’s mom, “Is my son… alright, you know. In the head?”
Finally she asks.
““Oh yes, this behavior is typical for patients that have taken very large amounts of pain killers. If his behavior doesn’t change in a few weeks, bring him back here, and we’ll give him a psychological test.””
He sounds like a shit doctor.
““This is what came in,” said the lady at the desk. Jeff’s mom looked down to see the black dress pants and white hoodie her son wore. Now they were clean of blood and now stitched together. Jeff’s mother led him to his room and made him put his clothes on. Then they left, not knowing that this was their final day of life.”
Why would the hospital stich his clothes together? They were on fire, there wouldn’t have been much left. Did his Mother not think to bring clothes down. You’ve clearly never had a sick relative. Either that or you’re too young to have had to help out.
“Later that night, Jeff’s mother woke to a sound coming from the bathroom. 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.”
Oh the classic part of the story, it’s a good job there is no idiocy involved in this. He’d pass out.
““Jeff, what are you doing?” asked his mother.”
Calm as ever. Oh don’t worry Jeff’s Mum, he’s just carving a smile into his face.
“Jeff looked over to his mother. “I couldn’t keep smiling mommy. It hurt after awhile. Now, I can smile forever. Jeff’s mother noticed his eyes, ringed in black.”
Okay, this is stupid.
““I couldn’t see my face. I got tired and my eyes started to close. I burned out the eyelids so I could forever see myself; my new face.””
As many people have pointed out in the past. Jeff would go blind. Your eyelids are there to protect your eyesight.
“Jeff’s mother slowly started to back away, seeing that her son was going insane. “What’s wrong mommy? Aren’t I beautiful?”
I think a normal parent would just break down and cry there and then.
““Yes son,” she said, “Yes you are. L-let me go get daddy, so he can see your face.” She ran into the room and shook Jeff’s dad from his sleep. “Honey, get the gun we…..””
Good lord. You phone an ambulance or the police if you’re that concerned. Getting a gun so you can kill your own son is absurd.
“Mommy, you lied.” That’s the last thing they hear as Jeff rushes them with the knife, gutting both of them.”
I assume he didn’t get the gun in time then.
There was a whole paragraph here detailing how Jeff killed his brother. It was boring and unnecessarily long.
““Shhhhhhh,” Jeff said,”Just go to sleep.””
The corniest and most boring catch phrase in history. It’s horrible and clichéd.
The picture at the end. Poor photoshop skills, it’s not remotely scary and looks somewhat humerous.
3/10 for reasonable writing skills. I wouldn’t say this was that well written. Most of it is absolutely ridiculous. It’s unrealistic and full of annoying little errors. The use of a thesaurus would’ve helped (rushed, ominous). You’d also benefit from learning about the human body.
Derp, I apologise for the length of this but I felt that it was necessary. I know I’m going to get a lot of hate for doing this but hopefully it might make a few people wake up and realise that Jeff the Killer is crappypasta personified.
Seriously, guys. to anyone saying this Creepypasta is shit, let me just remind you that it is also one of the most popular and well-liked Creepypastas out there. so, shut the fuck up and enjoy the story.
So I have to like it because it’s popular? and that somehow makes it good? Have you not heard of twilight?
I mean hell, the guy who runs this site even knows the stories shit.
I feel Bad for Jeff I mean if you think about it it’s another bullie situation that we have now a days and I feel really bad for his family (dieing of corse) but I think the bullies deserved to die
I just want to apologize for that last comment I made. I don’t think I emphasized the word “shit” enough.
There’s absolutely no hope for whoever wrote this pile of shit. And to think it received decent ratings and is part of a series? What the hell is wrong with people? I would be ashamed to have written something so horrible. To those of you who enjoyed this, please stay away from any and all literature in the future. This is a disgusting blemish on the face of the written word. I know education isn’t free, but this appears to have been written by some poor kid in a third world country. No…it’s worse than that. I can’t believe I’m even commenting on it. It is not worth anyone’s time to analyze and critique shit.
ah im going as this baddas for halloween
this story is only hated on so much because its now famous. i mean, sure theres a lot of things that are unrealistic/ badly thought-out. but if this was a lesser known story it would be mainly praised because, lets face it, its some preeeety creepy shit. give it a break already!
I don’t hate because its popular, I hate because its a terrible story!
Not it really wouldn’t because there’s really nothing creepy about it. The storylines to jarringly bad that anything that could possibly creepy (Cant really find anything in here, nothings original, or all that scary in anyway) the story would just take away from it. It’s like twilight. Vampires and werewolves used to be scary monsters, but you see them in twilight and they dont instill fear in you because the story doesn’t promote that.
Why would we even want to hate something for it’s popularity? There is no logic behind that? We arn’t listening to Miley Cirus.
Hmmm, i shall fix this :) i am teh good jeff.
… Really?
I don’t even… I can’t… Just… What?
Jeff the Fixer? Seriously?! You have angered Great Cthulhu! Good day!
While certainly not the best story ever written, it is one of the first things I think of when I hear the name, “Creepypasta”. The premise is an intriguing one, the story, while campy and unoriginal at times, is great. Heck, even though the picture still looks like a girl, it still scared the crap out of me when I first saw it. Overall, while corny in most parts, amazingly creepy in others. 7/10
A young boy would not be able to describe in that detail, children that age are not that messed up, etc. this story is ovverated, and deserves a 4/10. Also, JEFF IS NOT CUTE OR HOT
I liked this story personally. I liked it ver much. Though I first listened to it read on youtube instead of reading it. Yes it has a few gramatical errors and yes it goes a bit fast but I really liked the concept. The story was great and I wish there was a movie that went deeper into it honestly.
Guys… Jane Never Killed Me… Like It Says In The Jane Pasta… She Isn’t Even Real, I Also Never Killed Liu, He Survived And I Realized What I Had Done, And Called The Ambulance After Stabbing Him.
Alright, I’m not going to call you any names, because that my good sir is just rude. But all I was trying to say is, given the fact that yes, some parts do still need work, this is still a scary story. If every scary story out there were written in a way as to give it a real life aspect, they wouldn’t be entertaining. In my opinion, it’s when the stories break away from reality, while still managing to tap into the deepest rooted primal human fears, that makes it worth reading at all. People need to get off their high horses and appreciate horror for what it truly is. If all you are going to do is put an author down for dialogue that seems that it doesn’t belong, or because something is stereotypical, all I can say is this: write your own. Make your own scary story, make your own mythos, and when people start putting it down in the same fashion, don’t get upset. And as for how horror ‘works’, explain to me how ‘Herbert West: Reanimator’ works in its world. Or ‘The Call of Cthulhu’. Or ANY of the great horror stories. Again, it is when they break away from the laws of our known reality that they become a true horror story. If someone wants to write a story about a kid who snaps and turns into a homicidal freak, let them. This story is scary, and like it or not, millions of people agree.
Okay apparently my step ladder was not enough. * Get’s up on a horse* Okay. You should of just of insulted me instead of trying to be the better man by not insulting me! You donkey poo! But, it is not scary. The only slightly scary part is that terribly photo shopped picture. But, beside that; the despertion for jeff is rather bad and thought it could just relay off that shitty picture.
Now that whole thing where you think scary stories don’t have to be based in fact. While in the call of Chuthlu I believed that a giant tentacle monster could be real. I wasn’t scared! Sure it was a great story but, it made itself to unreal. Even being well written it still lacked that sense of realism to scare me. The same that makes Pet Semearty not scary. That is what makes Physocis and Bedtime the best at what they do. Because they were so real. I felt the chacters. I saw what they went through. I may be blowing smoke up my ass but, it made me feel as though it could be. Jeff misses everything that make stories scary. It is not written well. I don’t feel like a badly photo shopped kid who has the super strength of superman, running around stabbing people for his insanity that makes no sense. Fuck you on those last sentence. Millions? *Gasp* Bullshit.
Not even a million people have watched that shit jeff mr.creepypasta video that was even shittier!! And if using the it’s popular card so it’s proff that it is good even if only proves that it is that the general public is retarded. *Rides off on the horse*
Oh, and on an unrealted point. Derp it seems that only creepasat.com just lags. Like running into a wall for 5 straight minutes lag. It only seems to being this to http://www.creepypasta.com. How could I fix this?
Is this still happening? I was trying to get it handled over the weekend and the host thinks they got it resolved – and on my end, it seems to be – so if this is still happening for you, can you please run a tracert & ping to the site and email it to me via the Contact Form? Thanks!
Well it works on and off. Sometimes it’s running normal and then it starts lagging non stop. But, only happens on this site, so I believe it still is. And sorry.
I’m not going pretend for 5 seconds that I know how these magic machines work. I tried googleing tracert and ping, but, not sure how to do it. If it’s not to much of an inconvenience could you please recommend a site to use for this?
Google “how to tracert on [your operating system]” if you use something other than Win7.
For Windows 7 (since I’m assuming most people have this) you’d open Command Prompt (under accessories) and type “tracert http://www.creepypasta.com” and hit enter. Then you copy paste (not screenshot, since I know that the tech support for my server prefers copy/paste) the full result and email it to me through the Contact Form (NOT a comment; it will almost certainly trigger the spam filter); same for ping except the command is “ping http://www.creepypasta.com”
Basically, it helps to find out where the holdup is occuring along the path from the site’s server to your computer.
I agree with this mortal completely. The horror genre is being completely lost in the unrealistic views of so called ‘authors’. Even dear old Howard Phillips Lovecraft failed to capture the true terror which surrounds me. I believe if he had built it up a bit more, or even lengthened and better detailed my actual rising, his story would have been much better. How this story was even approved, we may never know. How I have somehow managed to operate a laptop and secure a functioning wifi connection from here in R’lyeh, YOU may never know. Until the truth is revealed, keep in mind – Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn! Ia!
I am the demonic hellspawn, sent by satan to kill those who do not kill. Jeff, you are my favorite being, in a world of those who think they should not kill. But when your time DOES come, it will be from death himself. He kills those who kill, I kill those who do not. So think, petty humans. Are you safe from the Demonic Hellspawn?
No.
Yeah I’m not a hellish demon. But other people are saying they’re phsycho killers, so dammit, so can I!
That. Was. Horrible. This should be a crappypasta.
i feel bad for him i cant beleve his parents took him to a PARTY after his BROTHER went to JUVI its retarded that they did that (no im not a phsycopath but) i problably would have gone insane too and im not just saying that cuz jeff is my fave creepy pasta im saying that because …… i dont kno because i can! rawr! anyways all u creepy pasta fans out there are awsome! just wanted 2 say that b4 i closed up
Well you see that’s the sort of illogical thing that happens when you haven’t proofread your story and decide to submit the first rough draft.
Wait,jane the killers a boy!
Naw, jane the killers a spinoff that may or may not be worse then this trife bullshit. I can’t really tell. They’re both horrible.
Jane the Killer is a disgrace of a story. I read it and I couldn’t even finish it. It only left me with a headache and a distaste for the writer.
You people disgust me. Do you really sit back and wait for somebody to post a positive comment just to shoot it down? Jeff is beauitful…Smiles and Lucy Lucy say so too..
Yeah. It’s a huge stress reliever. You should try it out.
tytigers right you know. It might not be the most dignified, but there’s something cathartic about shooting down 12 year olds trying to defend this poorly written bullshit.
There I can agree with. I am very tired of seeing cliche children, I’m sick of people trying to show that they are “deep” but there really crying about nothing.
I think I might just take this first comment back as well. I suppose I was more angry about how it was all done, but reading through the comments, and seeing this ridiculous sea of fangirls. I have to agree.
*Takes off hat to see better* *Clearly shocked at what I’m looking at* Rake! *Chocking up with tears* Rack! Rack my buddy I think we finally did it.Oh, all the hard work and we finally converted one!!!!! This day shall be remembered as the first victory!
Ahaha yes what a victory.
Battle won in a losing war. Ignorance always wins.
Hmmm. That is saddening to hear.
Good people of creepypasta. Please explain to me why this is so popular. Is it the picture? The whole”go to sleep thing”? I just really don’t get it,this is pretty good,but it’s not the best this website has to offer. And there are so many horrible copies that continue to spawn. I know,there’s a special place in crappypasta just for Jeff ripoffs.
I can’t decide if I should down vote you or just up vote you.
I’ll say it again, it’s 12-14 year olds who find it edgy and wanna be like jeff. They think it’s deep and meaningful and “so much like them” just read the positive comments, they all talk about how they’re like jeff, and how he’s so cool. They’re to young to have read anything properly written, or really even know what that means, and just at that age where they want to differentiate from everyone else (ironically by being the same as everyone else). Like the goth kids who are so deep and dark, this is basicly that.
It’s a lot like how twilights popular with teenage girls. I’m sure the crossovers pretty big here actually. But they’re poorly written, bad stories, don’t make any sense at all, but as long as it’s edgy or already popular stupid kids will flock to it.
Maybe it’s because in some ways these people can relate? Jeff was bullied to the point of insanity. No matter how mad the story may sound, some people want to feel heard and in there own small way Jeff screams it for us. Other’s may enjoy fear. I look at Jeff as an inspiration, destroying all of the bad and leaving the beautiful.
They’re not relating, he didn’t destroy all the bad, or leave anything beautiful. He basicly just destroys everything and goes crazy for no logical reason. It’s very stupid, and what beauty is he leaving? Or are you another edgy 12 year old, der his crazyness and psycho freedom is beautiful! jeff beautiful! It’s illogical and stupid. You can’t relate to a situation that would never happen ever.
Like I have said before, I have my reasons. And I’m not saying it would ever happen, that would be foolish, but fans of Jeff still appreciate the story errors and all. And calling it “A piece of crap” won’t do anyone any good, these arguments are way to heated.
Ugh. A large part of me wishes that I could take back that last comment about these people relating. I began to read most of them, and they all just looked the same to me! They just commented about Jeff being so “hawt”. Can people just enjoy a story without commenting about a guys looks for once? There are way to many fangirls on this website. Can people even read for the sake of reading anymore?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hybristophilia
Seriously, though, I suspect it has to do with the preteen/middle school age group of most fangirls:
-Fictional characters are “safe” outlets for their sexual attraction, since our society still stigmatizes girls who show any sort of sexuality even at the age where it becomes acceptable for their male counterparts. We expect guys to start getting into their dad’s Playboy stash relatively early, but we give young girls sanitized/desexualized boybanders or fictional characters like those Twilight dudes during the same stage of development.
-The romanticized notion that they are special enough to “change” or “save” a bad character (Jeff is just the trendy one of the moment, older people will remember girls having similar fangirl complexes for Sephiroth, etc) – at the middle school age, everyone wants to feel special. Once again, this concept of “special girl saves a bad boy” is something that we’ve marketed very hard at their demographic, so it’s really not surprising that they buy into it.
-Jeff is a suitably “edgy” character that he can be used as a reason for the fangirl/boy to feel like they’re different – you know, the “other girls: x, me: y” meme that’s so popular. “Other girls like One Direction, but I like Jeff the Killer” – it’s just a way for them to start carving out some basic sense of individuality, even if it’s not actually that unusual of a niche.
TL;DR Society and the patriarchy is responsible for the critical levels of Jeff fangirlism. Burn it to the ground.
Yeah derp! Burn everything. Political discourse! Anarchy! Anarchy is the only way to go!! It worked out so well for Somalia. No government, no society, no anything!!! Damn I’m insane! And bi polar. Socialism is the only way to go.
Everyone is bringing up minute details that seemed to upset them, claiming that certain parts ‘need work’ and the like, but there is still one major factor that you people have yet to really acknowledge, and that is simply this:
This story is meant to CREEP THE LIVING HELL OUT OF PEOPLE, and just judging by the amount of popularity it’s gotten, it certainly has done just that. Jeff the Killer is nothing more than a scary story. A myth. Something people tell their friends just so that they can have the pleasure of seeing them wet themselves in fear every time someone whispers ‘Go to sleep’ from a dark corner.What adds to the creepiness is the accuracy with which people are able to cosplay as Jeff. Seriously, go to Google and image search Jeff the Killer, and you get some stuff a lot scarier than the picture posted at the end of this. All in all, this story definitely lives up to its name as a Creepypasta, and I applaud the author for officially making me afraid to look around my room when I wake up on a dark night.
*Getting up on my stepladder* *Clearing throat* You are an idiot! You fail to grasp any concept of how horror works. Horror has to make sense in it’s own world. Slenderman works because it often can work in it’s world for then it could work in ours which adds a huge level of creepiness into it.
Jeff fails at this at every turn. They talk like robots. The police break the law. There are always a hero in a situation. Jeff’s insanity comes out of no where. The bullies came out of an after school program where all it takes to be a bully is to dress in Areopostal shirt and use a skateboard.(Just to name a few)
It doesn’t feel real. In the story Bedtime I feel like the characters are there going through all of the terror and fear. But, here it feels like I’m watching a robot trying horrible to act out the emotion fear. *Get’s off stepladder* Good day.
This is amazing!! It’s one of the best I’ve read. Though some parts could use a little more detail, over all it was amazing!!
When I first saw the picture of Jeff the killer, I was scared but now I’m used to it.
This is one of the best stories I’ve ever read.
Why are people getting so worked up about this? It’s just a story. It’s not going to be perfect. And the fact you added a picture at the end, just makes it so much creepier.
True, but this is one of the best stories that people read on creepypasta.
Please read Bedtime. This is nothing compared to Bedtime.
While I don’t think the story is per say “perfect”, it’s still written pretty well. I could still imagine Jeff’s face before I saw the picture.It is still easy to notice the flaws within the story.
Well… While it may not be an EXACT account, I see someone’s done their homework… And I did so enjoy the quiet life. Now I’m a celebrity… I wonder if I can sell the movie rights to anyone. Maybe the guy from Warm Bodies could be me… Or James Franco’s little brother, maybe. He definitely has the smile for it.
Alot of people are commenting with things about how the dialog or how the characters talk, but honestly that is how most people talk. Maybe you don’t talk like that, but I certainly like to talk like that and so do my friends and family, sort of using older english words. Also in some areas of the wold thirteen year olds do carry guns.
I’m thirteen years old and that’s my opinion on the subject.
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I agree too. It’s just story I find to have many problems.
Not in this area of the world, and when they do in this area of the world (incredibly rare) definitely not in that open or unrealistic of a manor, and no most kids that age don’t talk like that, and you probably don’t either. Not to be rude, but thats how a kid thinks looking back on situations they’ve had, they think they were incredibly eloquent and clever, but usually it was just a grammatical mess with a few big words they think they understand thrown in (much like this story)
It isn’t just the use of larger from kids to young to use them, it’s that the dialogue is too fast, too sloppy, and it feels like the people talk like robots.
You know people that stuff like that is hard to write and if someone told you all those bad comments, wouldn’t you feel like crap!!! And here is a little saying “If you don’t have anything good to say the don’t say anything at all”!!!
The reason to post a negative comment is to let the author know what they did wrong so they can improve. I would rather get completely bashed about how bad my pasta is than a bunch of people not tell me, it’s bad because it may hurt my precise feelings.
As a writer I care about everyone’s opinion on my work because it will help me improve.
You have a point. its like when one guy was goanna make a movie, its not like he is only goanna care if one person doesn’t like it.
That isn’t my exact point. They should care but, they can’t always especially like when making a movie. With things with huge audiences it’s hard to get everyone opinion.
that was really scary especially the picture