“Smoking cigarettes on the roof, you look so pretty and I love this view. We fell in love in October, that's why I love fall; looking at the stars, admiring from afar. - My girl, my girl, my girl, You will be my girl. My girl, my girl, my girl, you will be my world. My world, my world, my world; You will be my girl.”

Jeffery woods, a creepy pasta that’s been around for years, - did you believe in it?? Maybe, you weren’t sure what to believe. There were some times where bodies would be found in strange places in the most unusual and creepy ways; and the killer?? - never found.

So did you believe in Jeffery woods- aka Jeff The Killer?? Who knows, it could’ve just been some maniac on the loose doing it, - A smart maniac. But the thought that it could be an actual “creepy pasta” - a person that nobody knows if they actually exist killing people?? … Yeah right.

that night you were walking home and sat down at the bus stop, you scrolled through your phone and of course, some dumb teen on the internet made a video about “Jeff The Killer” and it ended up on your feed. All the videos were the same, “don’t be alone at night, don’t stare at his picture, don’t make pancakes past 12am, don’t talk about him.” blah, blah, blah.

you were used to it by now, the annoying videos, “scary” photos, etc. But something about tonight made you feel uneasy, although the lights from the bus stop and occasional street light provided some comfort. You bounced your leg up and down waiting for the bus; glancing at the time every so often. Every gentle breeze made you slightly jump, every snap of a branch made you look around to make sure you were alone. But nothing was ever there.

Until a guy in a white hoodie and ripped black jeans seemed to appear out of nowhere from the darkness of the night and sat down on the bench beside you waiting for the bus as well. - He made you feel slightly better about being alone; although you were always cautious of strangers.

you couldn’t see his face but you knew he was watching your every move. Which made you feel slightly uneasy, when the bus arrived you payed for the ticket and sat down. He sat a few seats directly behind you. The entire bus was empty. you, the guy, and the driver, that was it. And the constant flickering lights on the bus didn’t help the constant eeriness