Jeff the Killer

Hello everyone, my name is Jeff, I don't like that this is being published, but oh well! It's not like any of you could catch a demon of my caliber. The detective is now dead. And I find this quite hilarious because, if you're reading this, I've logged every single one of your I.P. Addresses and know exactly where you are. For example one of you works at a cousin's on Dranston Boulevard, one of you lives on East Avenue, one of you is going to a university soon and has a roommate named Becky, one of you has a girlfriend named Jessica, one of you is going to Iowa, one of you is quite the wiz at the piano, the list goes on, and on. I know where you work, you friends, your loved ones, I know everything. Very soon, all I that will be taken from you. Upon reading this from me, you will start hearing odd noises, feel a sense of fear, you'll become frantic and disoriented for no logical reason. The banging, is not the building you reside in, it's something far more sinister, something that wants your blood. If I don't get you, I'll get those you love an care for. You aren't safe...*chuckles evily* I think, it's time for you to go to sleep, I'll be there shortly. Sincerely, Jeffrey, the Killer. P.S. You there...heh...you're cute....I'll take my time with you. 


(Belongs to Creepypasta)