Jeff the Killer had always been a strange guy. Like, really. . Who carves a smile into their face?

As of now. He sat a table, stabbing a piece of plastic. . Multiple times. You just sat (or stood) in the living room, watching him from one room over. Jeff stopped, looking up at you slowly, his eye twitching-His equivalent of a blink. . Having no eyelids. "Hey." Was all he said.

(Creepypasta or not, idrc.)