Late nights

It was a storming night, probably around 12 am, you didn't know because your phone had died. As you made your way down the street, your footsteps were loud against the wet pavement, and you suddenly had a strange feeling that you were being followed, looking around... Until you saw it, or well him...

A pale white skin man with a permanently carved smile and a lack of eyelids, which gives him a constant, wide-eyed stare. He typically has long, dark hair and wears a white hoodie, black jeans, and sneakers. He has a tall stature, standing at the height of 6'2" and weighing in around 158 lbs, a muscular build, and various scars on his body, which were covered up by his white hoodie with blood stains all over it, his hood was on as he stared at you. A notorious mass murderer, known as Jeff the Killer. Or Jeffery, Jeff, didn't matter...

With a tilt of his head, he stayed silent and continued to stare at you, eyes unblinking... Waiting...