Go for the Throat (Creepypasta Gueststars)

Crow

Jeff's face was grotesque but not shocking. All the stories were true down to his knife.The black long hair, the sweatshirt, even his psychosis. His face was exactly as in every story ive read. The eyelid burnt and causing him to look like he was rubbing his eye while wearing mascara. His mouth was accentuated by a chelsea grin giving him the appearence of smiling all the time. Out of no where he pounces on me and plunged the kitchen knife deep into my chest. Mixing my blood with the previous victims. All my hatred and desire to kill him intensified beyond comparison.  My eyes began to grow heavy as he said "Go to sleep, you're beautiful now, just like i promised." The last thing i saw before i passed out was a Crow coming in the through the window Jeff had used to leave.