The ''Jeff the killer syndrom''
Posted: Mon May 07, 2018 5:32 pm
The ''Jeff the killer syndrom''
Recently, waves of murders occurred in the state of New York, in Vermont and few other places in USA. I did not expect the phenomenon to touch the province of Quebec, Canada. Belong to authorities, after a bunch of arrests, these murders have all committed by teenage girls with usual kitchen knives, and belong to the information they gave while being interrogated, they seems to worship a fictional murderer called ''Jeff the killer'', from a well-known internet horror story, or ''creepypasta'' if you want. They said how they ''loved'' him and how they wanted to continue his ''work''. Some even talked about ''avenging'' him. You probably wonder why I’m saying all a this...
Hello, my name is (censored), but you can call me by my username ''arcade999''. In 2016 and 2017, I said on social networks, such as youtube or google+ why I did not like these creepypastas. I received many messages from angry fans who were acting pretty rudely and fiercy to me and my words, refusing to listen to my arguments no matter how logical they were. At some point, I even was threatened, but you know; butthurt fanboys/fangirls.
Anyway, so Sunday last week, it was a sunny day. I was glad because winter was definitively over and it will get hot again for summer. Nothing could ruin this day, I thought. Sounds like I was wrong... My parents were absent and I was going to watch some old Simpsons at the TV, but then, my bell ringed. I found that weird, and went to the door to check. It was a teenage girl, maybe 16 or 17. My first tough was that she was one of these scouts selling chocolate, but she said her car crashed on the road. I knew her excuse was false, because my house was in residential neighborhood next to a highly used highway and that they were no ''road'' except that one highway. If THAT was her ''road'', well, if would’ve been easy for her to get some help or something. Before I could even find what to reply, she in force, entered!
She climbed the stairs and sat on my couch. I did NOT invite her to enter. I wanted to drive her out, but it would’ve been hard for me to do so, like, I was pretty shy at the moment plus I’m not really good to talk to girls. I noticed she started to watch TV, then I asked ‘’what are you doing there’’. It was the only way I could say it without looking like a cunt. She replied something like ‘’just waiting. Now, bring me some Pop-Tarts’’. After a little moment of thinking, I saw she was looking at her smartphone. I waIked to her and noticed she was watching some fan arts or something. I then, just like this, asked something like ‘’what are you watching’’. She replied with ‘’oh, noting, just my little jefffffeeeeeeyyyyyy. Don’t you think he’s ADORABLE?!’’, by showing an awful sexualized Jeff the killer fan art. I went extremely uncomfortable and only replied with ‘’ok’’, then walked away. I wanted to call my father on his phone, but I did not know the number, so it sounded like I had to deal with the problem until my parents comes back.
I went to my room, called my friend and explained to him the situation. He also looked perplexed. We then talked about the topic and about other things as usual, hoping something would happen. After a while, I checked back to the living room. She was still there, texting or something. I was loosing my patience and said ‘’WHAT are you doing there’’. She said nothing. I knew I had to do something about it. I know I should have driven her out of the house, but I really did not know how to react. It was the first time this situation happened in my whole life. By thinking about it, I sweared I’ve seen that girl somewhere else, then it went to me: I know that girl: I’ve seen her at my old school. From what I remember, she was always on her phone with her friends. Anyway, I had to go to the bathroom and then, holy shit; they were some blood drops in the sink, and it was NOT there before. I relativized and told to myself that maybe her nose was bleeding or something. Anyway, After the bathroom, I went back in my room and talked to my friend again. Then I heard steps in the corridor. I was like ‘’what the…’’ but then, my door slammed and the girl entered with a fucking knife in my direction, with a diabolical grin on her face.
Ok, I knew about these stories, but I NEVER expected that it happen to ME and that this story was related whatsoever. It was just… too much to be real! I quickly jumped out of my bed in full panic mode. I screamed ‘’WHAT THE FUCK?!’’ and told to my friend at the phone ‘’JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, CALL 911!!, SHE’S THERE AND SHE’S GONNA FUCKING KILL ME!!. I’ve never been in a situation where I was about to die, mostly when someone was attempting to freakin murder me. I was sweating all the water of my body. The way I I was placed, I was stuck in a corner of the room. Hopefully, I it’s pretty bordelic init like ya know, a teen room. Behind me was my desk and my shelf. In panic, I took something to defend myself. Now I was seeing why they were blood in my sink: she cutted in her left arm the word ‘’JEFF4EVER’’ , probably with her knife. From everything I had, I used my radio for some reason. I knew a radio was completely stupid and that a radio was nothing compared to a knife, so, in a desperate attempt, I did a taekwondo jump kick against her. As how the technique work, you must keep your arms before you to guard. I, hopefuly, hit her in the face and she collapsed on the ground, altought she had the time to attack and wound one of my arm. Imagine: it couldv’e been in my torso if I would not have perform the techinique well. I dropped the radio on the bed and ran with the phone, which I kept the whole time.
I ran into the kitchen, said bye to my friend and call 911. Then I saw the maniac’s silhouette in the corridor, running to the kitchen. I panicked again and tried to escape. They were knives in the ustensils drawer, but I just couldn’t. Attacking someone with a knife is just… too much. I did not wanted to look like a murderer too. She jumped on me like a beast while screaming ‘’JEFF IS MY SENPAI’’, ‘’YOU WILL DIE FUCKING ASSHOLE’’, ‘’VENGEANCE!!!!’’ or other insane shit like this. She tried to stab me, but I gave kick, and made her fall a bit. I then grab her arm and said ‘’what the fuck you fuking… bitch! You’re fucking crazy!’’ She even attempted to bite me or something, and, with all my guts, I punched her in the face. She collapsed, then again, on the ground. Her nose was bleeding and she wasn’t moving, which meant I probably knocked her out. I then ran outside and waited for the police.
The police came five minutes later. Me and the killer were both arrested. In the interrogation room, I said everything, from when she force entered to how I knocked her out. The girl gave a completely ridiculous speech about how I was a cunt and that she haven’t done anything wrong. They were a lot of contradictions in her story and when the police made her notice that, she started to scream how she loved Jeff the killer and how she was going to take her vengeance, to end up saying it was ‘’unfair’’. My parents weren’t happy but at least, I survived.
Well maybe I survived this time, but more fangirls are planning my death. They are tons of them. It’s too late for me. This might be my last forum post. They’ll come for me. I know it. I already got a warning, and I will get more in the future. We cannot fight them like this. They’re too many for us, for me…
Recently, waves of murders occurred in the state of New York, in Vermont and few other places in USA. I did not expect the phenomenon to touch the province of Quebec, Canada. Belong to authorities, after a bunch of arrests, these murders have all committed by teenage girls with usual kitchen knives, and belong to the information they gave while being interrogated, they seems to worship a fictional murderer called ''Jeff the killer'', from a well-known internet horror story, or ''creepypasta'' if you want. They said how they ''loved'' him and how they wanted to continue his ''work''. Some even talked about ''avenging'' him. You probably wonder why I’m saying all a this...
Hello, my name is (censored), but you can call me by my username ''arcade999''. In 2016 and 2017, I said on social networks, such as youtube or google+ why I did not like these creepypastas. I received many messages from angry fans who were acting pretty rudely and fiercy to me and my words, refusing to listen to my arguments no matter how logical they were. At some point, I even was threatened, but you know; butthurt fanboys/fangirls.
Anyway, so Sunday last week, it was a sunny day. I was glad because winter was definitively over and it will get hot again for summer. Nothing could ruin this day, I thought. Sounds like I was wrong... My parents were absent and I was going to watch some old Simpsons at the TV, but then, my bell ringed. I found that weird, and went to the door to check. It was a teenage girl, maybe 16 or 17. My first tough was that she was one of these scouts selling chocolate, but she said her car crashed on the road. I knew her excuse was false, because my house was in residential neighborhood next to a highly used highway and that they were no ''road'' except that one highway. If THAT was her ''road'', well, if would’ve been easy for her to get some help or something. Before I could even find what to reply, she in force, entered!
She climbed the stairs and sat on my couch. I did NOT invite her to enter. I wanted to drive her out, but it would’ve been hard for me to do so, like, I was pretty shy at the moment plus I’m not really good to talk to girls. I noticed she started to watch TV, then I asked ‘’what are you doing there’’. It was the only way I could say it without looking like a cunt. She replied something like ‘’just waiting. Now, bring me some Pop-Tarts’’. After a little moment of thinking, I saw she was looking at her smartphone. I waIked to her and noticed she was watching some fan arts or something. I then, just like this, asked something like ‘’what are you watching’’. She replied with ‘’oh, noting, just my little jefffffeeeeeeyyyyyy. Don’t you think he’s ADORABLE?!’’, by showing an awful sexualized Jeff the killer fan art. I went extremely uncomfortable and only replied with ‘’ok’’, then walked away. I wanted to call my father on his phone, but I did not know the number, so it sounded like I had to deal with the problem until my parents comes back.
I went to my room, called my friend and explained to him the situation. He also looked perplexed. We then talked about the topic and about other things as usual, hoping something would happen. After a while, I checked back to the living room. She was still there, texting or something. I was loosing my patience and said ‘’WHAT are you doing there’’. She said nothing. I knew I had to do something about it. I know I should have driven her out of the house, but I really did not know how to react. It was the first time this situation happened in my whole life. By thinking about it, I sweared I’ve seen that girl somewhere else, then it went to me: I know that girl: I’ve seen her at my old school. From what I remember, she was always on her phone with her friends. Anyway, I had to go to the bathroom and then, holy shit; they were some blood drops in the sink, and it was NOT there before. I relativized and told to myself that maybe her nose was bleeding or something. Anyway, After the bathroom, I went back in my room and talked to my friend again. Then I heard steps in the corridor. I was like ‘’what the…’’ but then, my door slammed and the girl entered with a fucking knife in my direction, with a diabolical grin on her face.
Ok, I knew about these stories, but I NEVER expected that it happen to ME and that this story was related whatsoever. It was just… too much to be real! I quickly jumped out of my bed in full panic mode. I screamed ‘’WHAT THE FUCK?!’’ and told to my friend at the phone ‘’JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, CALL 911!!, SHE’S THERE AND SHE’S GONNA FUCKING KILL ME!!. I’ve never been in a situation where I was about to die, mostly when someone was attempting to freakin murder me. I was sweating all the water of my body. The way I I was placed, I was stuck in a corner of the room. Hopefully, I it’s pretty bordelic init like ya know, a teen room. Behind me was my desk and my shelf. In panic, I took something to defend myself. Now I was seeing why they were blood in my sink: she cutted in her left arm the word ‘’JEFF4EVER’’ , probably with her knife. From everything I had, I used my radio for some reason. I knew a radio was completely stupid and that a radio was nothing compared to a knife, so, in a desperate attempt, I did a taekwondo jump kick against her. As how the technique work, you must keep your arms before you to guard. I, hopefuly, hit her in the face and she collapsed on the ground, altought she had the time to attack and wound one of my arm. Imagine: it couldv’e been in my torso if I would not have perform the techinique well. I dropped the radio on the bed and ran with the phone, which I kept the whole time.
I ran into the kitchen, said bye to my friend and call 911. Then I saw the maniac’s silhouette in the corridor, running to the kitchen. I panicked again and tried to escape. They were knives in the ustensils drawer, but I just couldn’t. Attacking someone with a knife is just… too much. I did not wanted to look like a murderer too. She jumped on me like a beast while screaming ‘’JEFF IS MY SENPAI’’, ‘’YOU WILL DIE FUCKING ASSHOLE’’, ‘’VENGEANCE!!!!’’ or other insane shit like this. She tried to stab me, but I gave kick, and made her fall a bit. I then grab her arm and said ‘’what the fuck you fuking… bitch! You’re fucking crazy!’’ She even attempted to bite me or something, and, with all my guts, I punched her in the face. She collapsed, then again, on the ground. Her nose was bleeding and she wasn’t moving, which meant I probably knocked her out. I then ran outside and waited for the police.
The police came five minutes later. Me and the killer were both arrested. In the interrogation room, I said everything, from when she force entered to how I knocked her out. The girl gave a completely ridiculous speech about how I was a cunt and that she haven’t done anything wrong. They were a lot of contradictions in her story and when the police made her notice that, she started to scream how she loved Jeff the killer and how she was going to take her vengeance, to end up saying it was ‘’unfair’’. My parents weren’t happy but at least, I survived.
Well maybe I survived this time, but more fangirls are planning my death. They are tons of them. It’s too late for me. This might be my last forum post. They’ll come for me. I know it. I already got a warning, and I will get more in the future. We cannot fight them like this. They’re too many for us, for me…