What is a “Creepypasta”? Briefly, the Creepypastas are short stories that go around the internet designed to shock the reader.

Jeff the Killer
After weeks of unexplained murders, the unknown killer still roams this place. After the scant evidence found, a young woman says she survived one of the attacks of the alleged killer. With courage, he tells us his story.
“I had a bad dream and I woke up in the middle of the night,” says the girl, “I saw that for some reason the window was open, although I remember closing it before going to bed.” I got up and closed it once more Then I simply crawled under the covers and tried to go back to sleep, that’s when I had a strange feeling, as if someone was watching me, I looked up and almost jumped out of bed.

There, discovered by the small ray of light that illuminated between the curtains, there were a pair of eyes. They were not normal eyes, but dark and sinister, bordered by black. In that moment I saw his mouth. A wide smile, so horrible that it made all the hairs on my body stand on end. The figure stood there, watching me. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke. He said something, a simple phrase, but said in a way that only a madman could do it:

“Go to sleep.”

A scream escaped me. He pulled out a knife. His goal was my heart, he jumped into my bed, but I defended myself. I kicked him, he dodged, then he knocked me down and grabbed me. That’s when my father came in.

The man threw his knife, as if responding to a reflex, which crossed my father’s shoulder. Probably would have ended with him if not for one of the neighbors alerted the police, who had surprised the intruder crossing the roof of our house.

The police descended from their patrol cars. Even I was shocked when I heard her footsteps on the lawn at the entrance: she had been very quiet and cautious, for some reason that she would soon know. The man turned, while the main door was broken by the blows of the armed police, and fled down the hall. I heard a noise, as if a glass had been broken. When I left my room, I saw that the window that was pointing towards the back of my house had been broken. I saw him disappear in the distance.

I can assure you one thing: I will never forget that face, those cold eyes and that psychotic smile will never come out of my head. 

The police are still searching for this man. If you see someone who fits the description of the subject of this anecdote, please contact your local police department. Now that you know a little about Jeff, you will surely wonder why he does it. To know, we will have to go back a bit more in the past.

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