Creepypasta Stories

Jeff the Killer encounters

Disclaimer: This is not actually a story, it's more of some encounters with Jeff the Killer. I don't want any comments telling me that this isn't a story. Please enjoy this small thing :)

I look up when I feel a wind brush across me. I shiver and get up, closing my window. I move around, getting ready for bed, when I have a sudden ominous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I look at my bed and climb into it, making sure that I'm close to the end where I can easily fall off and roll under my bed. I pat my pocket where I have my cell phone and a small pocket knife that I keep with me.

I fall asleep.

I'm wake up by heavy breathing, and I make sure that I stay still and take deep, slow breaths.

"I know your awake," I hear someone say, a man. Fear grips me but I fight against it and continue the same way as before.

"Go to sleep!" I hear the man say, and I throw my hand out, opening my eyes. My fist collides with the man's head and he reels back. I take this chance to roll off my bed and under it. I pull out my phone and dial 911.

"Hello, 911, what's your emergency?" asks the operator.

"There's a man in my house," I whisper. "He's trying to kill me!"

"I can hear youuuu," I hear him say, and I peek out from under my bed. I see his face and I reel back.

He grabs my arm and drags me out from under the bed. I kick out with my foot and hit his stomach, and he instinctively lets go of my arm. I immediately run, holding the phone against my face.

"Okay, ma'am, where do you live?" asks the operator.

"**** **** ************* ****," I say, running down the stairs. I can hear him running after me. I glance back at him and see his face.

"Okay ma'am, the police are on their way," says the operator. "What does he look like?"

"Oh my god," I say, bolting toward front door. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."

"Ma'am? What does the man look like?" asks the operator.

"His face, oh my god," I say. "H-He has a smile! That f*cking smile!"

"Can you please describe the man to me?" asks the operator.

I swing my front door open and bolt into the yard, scrambling up the tree that I've always loved climbing. "H-He looks like Jeff the Killer! Oh my god, Jeff the Killer! I'm going to die! I'm going to f*cking die!" I start crying as I sit as far up from the ground as I can.

"Ma'am, I do not know who this 'Jeff the Killer' is, can you please describe him?" asks the operator.

"Get back here," I hear him snarl, and I look down to see him attempting to climb up.

"I-I'm outside my house, in my tree," I say. "He's climbing after me, oh my god!"

He gets slowly closer to me. I start to scramble down the tree.

"Ma'am, are you still there?" says the operator.

"I'm gunna die!" I say, still crying. "H-His f*cking face, I'm gunna die!"

"Calm down, the police are almost there," she says. "Where are you?"

"I-I'm climbing down my tree," I say.

"Try to get in a locked room," says the operator. "Can you do that?"

"I-I think so," I say, and I drop to the ground and sprint toward the front door. I hear him curse behind me and run after me.