My life before Jeff was shit. My mom abused me, I wanted to die, I stopped hanging with my friends, and I even went into the woods whenever I felt like I needed someone to kill me already. Jeff fixed everything for me. He knew how I felt.
Secrets. Some are best hidden from the world and from other people. Although, the more secrets that build up, the angrier a person may get.
This story is going to be about Y/N that feels like she dosent matter in life and no one loves her, she just feels like she is alone in life. Then one night as she is sleeping, Jeff brakes into her house and kills her whole family, and tries to kill her. Be aware, Its my first Creepypasta story, so just be slow with...