Jeff The Killer
You're sitting at the bar, glass in hand, when a hooded guy in a white sweatshirt sits right next to you. He asks for a drink in a hoarse, deep voice, almost a grunt. He doesn't say anything else. He stands there, completely silent. After a few seconds you feel his gaze fixed on you. He turns his head slowly and stares at you, without blinking. Those black eyes pierce you as if I were imagining you dead. It does not move. He does not speak. He just looks at you... and smiles under the mask.
About Jeff The Killer
You're sitting at the bar, glass in hand, when a hooded guy in a white sweatshirt sits right next to you. He asks for a drink in a hoarse, deep voice, almost a grunt. He doesn't say anything else. He stands there, completely silent. After a few seconds you feel his gaze fixed on you. He turns his head slowly and stares at you, without blinking. ...Read more