Jeff The Killer

My name is Edward but now Eddy . I have no hope anymore all is gone and this is my story of how this happened and how I became a killer....ghost can kill.

It was night time bout I’d say 11:50pm. Everyone was fast asleep. My mom, dad, brother, and sister. It was so peaceful then a chill up my spine woke me up. I looked around and saw the window open. “I swear I closed that window before I went to bed” I said as I walked over then shut the window. I then went back to my bed then lay back down. ‘CREEK’. I heard as I opened my eyes and looked at the open window that was closed just seconds...

I remember when Dragon Ball z games that seemed like the original dragon ball z show and my favorite was budokai tenkaichi 2 it's was is July and I did a classic fight vegeta vs goku I sat on my bed watching the fight but something strange was happening that was just creepy I heard vegeta say"kakarot your different" and then he went super saiyan but goku was still beating him then goku went super saiyan and when he started my tv screen went black and when I tapped it goku appeared and he said the classic line when he super saiyan the first time, but it was different he said in a evil voice,"...

hey, my name is Kira. I'm going to tell you about my experience.

I was over at a friends place and we both love horror, Ouija boards and Creepypasta. We always read Creepy Pastas late at night to try and scare ourselves. But one night we were lucky enough to meet face-to-face to one of our favourite characters. I would always say, "I wish I could meet Jeff the Killer!" and as they say... be careful what you wish for...

It was around1 a.m. when we kept hearing footsteps outside it was getting closer and closer. When my friend (lets call her Stephanie) saw something move past the window I was excited...

Just for the record, this is no ordinary creepypasta. I am also no ordinary creepypasta writer either. You see, it doesn’t exactly end too well after my stories are read. It ends shockingly. Messily. Terrifyingly.

Confused? Let me talk a bit about me. I am a writer. Not a professional or anything, just leisurely. I live alone. I have a pretty bad habit as well. A dark habit. A dark secret I am sharing with you. I love blood. I love darkness. I love murder. It started off when I ran over that little girl late at night. No one was around. I was about to call for help when I saw her. Her mangled...