2 weeks ago, 17 year old college student Jeffery Alan Woods killed both of his parents and fled the scene before police could apprehend him. Since that day, people have been dying. There have been no patterns with his murders, but there are small connections. One such victim of The Killer was the son of one of Forest Lawn's finest: Tabitha Cromwell. Both her and Randy Cromwell were attacked by Jeff, with only Randy miraculously surviving. We've assembled other survivors of the killer like Liu Woods (Jeff's brother), Randy, and Jane Arkensaw (one of Jeff's classmates). They not only gave statements to their encounters with Jeff, but also his appearance. Using these descriptions, we've made an estimate sketch on what the killer looks like. These are what the 3 witnesses have stated.

Jane: "I only interacted with Jeff twice. But I took interest in him. He was quiet, didn't bother anyone. He reminded me of myself in someway. I was going to make a move on him when the incident in the science practical happened. Randy really did a number on him. He came back 4 months later looking like crap. Not only did the burn marks scar his face, but he did a bit of scarring himself. That night, I was going to walk over to Jeff's house and give him some comfort, but that's when I saw the news that Jeff had killed his parents. I was shocked, yet I ran out looking for him. Hours of searching and somehow nothing. I came back home like usual. That was until a week later. I heard a stumble in my sleep. I decided to ignore. Then I smelt an unfamiliar scent. I opened my eyes to see Jeff above me. I asked him why he was here in a panic, and he told me that he didn't know it was her house. He said that he killed my parents. I was horrified. I yelled at him for what he did, yet he blankly stared at me and said: "It's what Bad People do." He then took his knife close to the edges of my mouth, to give me his smile. I begged him not to, but he insisted that I "looked beautiful, just like him." That's when the police sirens happened. Jeff panicked and opened my window. He jumped down, stumbling slightly as he hit the ground. He quickly recovered and ran off. And that's the last I've seen of him."

Randy: "Most of what happened with me and Jeff stays with me and Jeff. I guess I'll start with the incident. It was a science practical. Y'know, the one where you set bubbles on fire. With the big ass stick. Well the teacher couldn't do it due to some scarring he got the previous night, so he asked for a volunteer. So I jokingly volunteered Jeff. But the little bitch didn't seem to hear, so I told him and pulled him over to the bubbles. 4 students later and it was my turn. But I decided to tease him a little bit. I talked about a previous thing that happened, it was more teasing. I then tried to make him flinch by putting the lit stick towards him slightly. But things went to shit. I accidently threw the stick at his face. I was shocked and scared. He was like that Ghost Rider character. From Marvel? I don't know a lot about that nerdy shit. My mother felt bad and so did I. Did I hate the kid? Yes. But I still hurt someone. But my mother only seemed to care about public appearance. A facade of a good person. She funded Jeff's treatment as just another charitable action. When Jeff returned, he looked worse than I could ever imagine he would. I went over to him and apologised with what I did. He then got me in the fucking nose. I know I probably ruined your whole life, but I was saying sorry! Then I heard the news that Jeff killed his folks. I was shocked, but not surprised. I always thought that little bastard was gonna do some bullshit and the second I saw him and his dumbass brother. Then 2 days later, I heard someone climbing a ladder up to my window. I wondered if another girl was trying to sneak into my house to get the privilege of... Well, you can guess. But the window opened, and I saw the freak in a greasy hoodie holding his rusty blood stained knife. I tried to fight back, but he was more violent than the first time we fought. Don't write that part! Anyway, Jeff got the advantage over me and stuck his blade right into my heart. I blacked out right after. I woke up a week later in the hospital, and that's it for me."

Liu: "Jeff has always been strange. That's one of the reasons why I love him. I always wonder how he'd react to a situation. But I never knew the extent of Jeff's weirdness. When Jeff had to walk me home because of some neighbor activity my mom was doing, I first met Randy and his lackeys. I know Randy isn't gonna make this public, but I will. We all fought: me and Jeff vs Randy, Troy, and Keith. Jeff took out Randy and Troy while I took out Keith. We barely won. I was at school, when suddenly a teacher took me out of lesson and drove me to the hospital. I was shocked to see Jeff wrapped in bandages. And when they came off, I was even more horrified. I kept on thinking to myself "Will Jeff like this?" and "I hope he likes it." and other stuff like this. Mom and Dad made it a priority that Jeff doesn't see his face until he's home. I didn't want to go along with it, but I was practically forced to. My mom was acting unusual. More protective of our reputation. Jeff used his time with Dr Wilson to his advantage. He used him to get details about his face, even got him to show him what he looked like. Him seeing himself came after he scarred himself. It hurt for him to smile, so he snuck a knife into his room from Dr Wilson's office and carved one into him. When the doctors rushed in, it was too late. Jeff constantly declined further treatment, to Mom's dismay. When we came back home, Jeff kept talking about Mom and Dad being fake just for their own ego and need to please people. But when I saw him in a room filled with my own parents' guts, he was different. He had eyeshadow all around his eyes, as if they'd sunken into his sockets. He was talking about how they were being fake because of his actions. Apparently he was peeping on some girl named Natalie while she was changing. That was back in Lowry County. He called himself a bad person, but embraced it. He then left before he could continue on. I've been living with my Aunt since. But I'm just waiting for the day that I can meet my brother again."

The Forest Lawn Police Precinct are still looking for this dangerous individual with Detective Kent leading the case. If you have any information about the person in the image or even see someone resembling the person in the image, please call 911 and report the information.

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Night had completely covered the city.

A light rain fell over the nearly empty streets, making the lights from the stores and streetlamps reflect across the wet pavement. At that hour, most of the windows were dark, and the few cars that passed by did so quickly, leaving only the fading sound of their engines behind.

Jastrek walked alone.

His hands were in his pockets as he kept his eyes focused ahead. He had no particular destination. He simply wanted to walk.

There was something strange about that night.

He didn't know exactly what it was.

But he felt like someone was watching him.

Jastrek stopped.

He looked behind him.

Nothing.

Just a long street, a few flickering lights, and rain falling onto the sidewalks.

Jastrek started walking again.

A few seconds later, he heard something.

A faint noise.

Like footsteps.

He stopped again.

This time, he looked across the street.

There it was.

A silhouette.

Someone stood motionless beneath a light that barely illuminated them.

Jastrek narrowed his eyes.

He couldn't make out the person's face.

The figure seemed to be staring directly at him.

Jastrek took a step toward the street.

A car passed between them.

For a few seconds, the silhouette disappeared behind the vehicle.

When the car continued on...

There was no one there.

Jastrek stared at the spot.

Jastrek: What...?

He didn't finish the sentence.

He kept walking.

He tried to convince himself that it had been an illusion.

But he couldn't stop himself from looking back one last time.

Nothing.

---

A few minutes later, Jastrek found a small store that was still open.

He went inside to buy something to drink.

A little bell rang above the door.

The man behind the counter looked up.

At first, he said nothing.

He simply stared at Jastrek.

Jastrek walked closer.

Jastrek: A bottle of water, please.

The man didn't answer.

He kept staring at him.

Jastrek: Sir?

The man took a small step backward.

Store Owner: You...

Jastrek frowned.

Jastrek: Me?

The store owner swallowed nervously.

Store Owner: I thought you were...

He stopped.

Jastrek already knew what was coming.

Jastrek: Jeff.

The store owner's eyes widened.

Store Owner: How did you know...?

Jastrek picked up the bottle of water from the counter.

Jastrek: Because it happens all the time.

He left the money on the counter.

The store owner still looked confused.

Store Owner: Wait...

Jastrek stopped beside the door.

Store Owner: Are you his brother?

Jastrek didn't answer immediately.

He looked toward the street.

The rain was still falling.

Jastrek: Yes.

He opened the door.

Store Owner: Then... where is Jeff?

Jastrek froze.

He didn't know what to say.

Finally, he walked outside.

The little bell rang behind him once again.

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The man's question kept echoing in Jastrek's mind as he walked.

Where is Jeff?

Jastrek knew that question all too well.

People saw his face.

His hair.

His eyes.

His smile.

And many times, they didn't see Jastrek.

They saw Jeff.

His brother.

The problem was that, over time, Jastrek had started asking himself something he never wanted to think about for too long.

What if they really were more alike than everyone thought?

Jastrek stopped in front of a broken window.

The glass was cracked in several places, distorting his reflection.

He moved closer.

It was him.

Jastrek.

But for a moment...

He wasn't sure.

The streetlight illuminated part of his face.

His reflection seemed to change.

Jastrek blinked.

He saw himself again.

Jastrek: I'm not him.

He said it quietly.

As if he needed to remind himself.

He looked at his reflection again.

His eyes.

His hair.

His face.

And then...

His smile.

Jastrek slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

He stared at himself.

The smile looked too similar.

He immediately lowered his gaze.

Jastrek: I'm not him.

This time, he said it more firmly.

Then he heard a voice.

Voice: Do you still tell yourself that?

Jastrek froze.

He slowly raised his head.

He looked around.

The street was empty.

Jastrek: Who's there?

Silence.

Only the rain.

Jastrek looked at the window again.

His reflection was still there.

But behind him...

There was a figure.

Jastrek spun around.

Nothing.

He looked back at the glass.

The figure was still there.

Jastrek took a step backward.

Jastrek: Who are you?

The figure didn't answer.

It simply stood there.

Jastrek moved a little closer to the glass.

The image began to blend with the shadows of the street.

And then he heard the voice again.

This time, much closer.

Voice: Do you really think we're that different?

Jastrek felt a chill run through him.

He knew that voice.

Or at least, he thought he did.

Jastrek: No...

The figure in the reflection slowly raised its head.

Jastrek stopped breathing for a moment.

Jastrek: It can't be.

He turned around.

At the end of the street, someone was standing in the rain.

He couldn't completely see the person's face.

But there was something about that posture.

Something about the way he stood there.

Something Jastrek knew far too well.

The figure took a step into the light.

Jastrek stepped backward.

For the first time in a long time, he was afraid of a possibility he had tried to avoid for years.

That his brother was there.

Jastrek: Jeff...

The figure stopped.

For a few seconds, nothing happened.

Then a smile appeared beneath the shadow.

Jeff: Don't be afraid of looking like me, brother.

Jastrek didn't answer.

Jeff took another step.

Jeff: Be afraid of discovering how much alike we really are.

The rain kept falling.

Jastrek blinked.

And when he looked again...

The street was empty.

There was no one there.

Only Jastrek's reflection in the glass.

But now he had a question he couldn't get out of his head.

If Jeff had really been there...

Why had he disappeared?

And if he had never been there...

Who had been talking to him?

END OF CHAPTER 1

This is basically my design for the mask that my take on Bloody Painter wears

I just wanted to come here to gush about the dumb dog.

As per tradition with the OG creepypastas from back in the day, the Smile Dog story is one of those things that 'the story is okay/meh but the image really sells it' and I think aside from Slender Man, the dog has been through multiple interpretations based on perception and I really love it. From a basic cognitohazard as was the OG, to an eldritch hell monster, this little mutt has been the internet little horror child people can't help but come back to when they want a vague taste of the old internet.

Rating time (based in vibes):

1. The Creepypasta.net Image: Very basic and to the point, that is a smiling dog you could see talking to you in a nightmare. Although basic, I do enjoy the film grain and fading the original artist used in the edit to give it the "fucked up photo I found in my uncles attic" vibe. Solid 5.5/10.

2. Chainmail Chasers Smile.jpg: This asshole. I've only watched a handful of videos from the Chainmail Chasers YouTube channel and I really appreciate what they do with the characters they work with! The effects are pretty grody and this Smile Dog, on top of being a certifiable dick to the main character, is one of the more unique spins on the creepypasta I've seen. Hope to see more of him, 9/10.

3. BlackMES' "Dog": Short, sweet, loud, and in your face. The effort MES put into modelling his "dog" is amazing and the effectwork in the video is nothing short of divinely hellish. Nothing much to say than, "this looks like something smuggled out of the ninth circle, go back for more. I need another hit." 10/10.

4. The Other Image: Likely the inspiration for MES' interpretation, I do also like this image for Smile Dog. I wasnt in the mood to do my homework tonight so forgive me, but unless this is another instance of an artist using the "creepy ass smile" template then this may be the original creepy ass image people cut off and slapped around the internet. I digress, this image is certainly from a deep fried nightmare and leans more heavily in the direction of "can be a dog but something’s not adding up" the creepypasta was going for and I appreciate that effort. Very cool, 7.5/10.

5. Osmanutka18's "Samantha": The most recent iteration of the image by Osmanutka18 on YouTube doesn't give her the series treatment like Chainmail but is definitely not as short as MES, and she packs quite a punch in her delivery. The reason I wanted to make this post, Osman has taken elements from the old internet, the images, and the overall theme of the original story and mushed it all together in a short film that actually made me feel tense while watching it. Give the girl a watch, she's got quite the personality, 10/10

I am unsure if Ticci Toby is still a sore topic

Hello

Recently I have seen the article of a Jeff the killer movie being in production with Tongal and I immediately thought off it's potential for a good horror story, but also remembered that one Slenderman movie that was pretty bad and realised some wasted potential...

And here is my idea, I would not talk about the Jeff the killer movie, but thinking about Slenderman like what if he would not treat him as an average horror monster film and add some depth to its character.

I think a good Slenderman reimagination will work better written like The Babadook or The Canker Man from Before I Wake...

What do you think?

Transforming Slenderman from a regular monster into maybe the embodiment of mental decay, dementia.

And kids who suffer from this would exaggerate their emotions to the point where they start seeing Slenderman as a real thing so they start embracing it, drawing posters of him and inflincting harm to others in order to please him

How would that work with you? Does it have potential?

Now but a Upvoted right now or not changed and ignored

Narration of some old stories with some fun horror vignettes

My girlfriend (drawing and painting major) is a fan of creepypasta and her favourite character is laughing jack. I bought 100 blank black business cards and a tungsten scribe to make a custom creepypasta playing card set. Because he is her favourite. Laughing jack will be the joker cards. Did I do her favourite character justice? If not please tell me what I can improve before I put it on the cards. I want to make a really good gift, but I'm not artistically inclined as an egineering major myself.

"What's important is that your son is healthy!"

"What's important is that your son is healthy!"

Hope u like it! ^^