Being an abnormal young girl with nyctophilia, she preferred to be nocturnal. Especially how whenever she slept at night, dark nightmares would follow. In her early years, Xanthe was often bullied at school because of her race. She was one of two Indians in a Caribbean school full of the racist type of Africans. As a preteen, she accomplished a number of awards for various competitions and exams despite the bullying and lonliness.

She entered high school with those achievements. But being a teenager, all of her personality aspects began to falter and so it affected her work. She left high school with what many people would call great accomplishments, but she did not satisfy her personal genius.

Xanthe worked as an agent of M16 and was happy enough, but even at 25 she still couldn’t find her passion. She was also very alone as she was known for her natural psychopathic tendencies.

Until the night that a man who looked like seven and twenty, equipped with numerous blades and dressed in black with ashen hair -much like her ebony colored hair- and with a face the color of white chalk, had slipped in her window.

She was yet to meet the strange man. As Xanthe returned home from work, she had almost jumped out of her skin when she saw the man with the permanent smile like The Joker and… burned off eyelids… and did he have any irises at all?

Her train of thoughts were interrupted by the man advancing on her and pinning her to the wall, his trailing point blade against her throat. “Tired?” He asked, grinning.

She was afraid to move her windpipe, but she had to say, “You look rather familiar.”

In his expressionless eyes -which, she now noticed, had grey irises after all- she saw a spark of confusion and felt his grip on the blade tighten.

“Nice knife. But I prefer butterfly knives,” she continued.

The man stared down at her, and she at him. He slowly lowered his knife. “You didn’t scream… or fight back,” he breathed. There was an unreadable tone in his voice.

Xanthe smiled at him, and again, there was the confused spark in his eyes. She was about to say something, but he abruptly growled something inaudible at her and escaped. Xanthe was confused, but she felt as if she liked this weird and supposed killer.

He came back the next night, once again through her bedroom window, but she was waiting for him. He looked at her, and as she looked back at him, she began to find him uncannily resembling Jeff the Killer from the Creepypasta stories. “He must be a darn obsessed fan,” she thought.

“Hello.” She grinned at him. He seemed to suddenly get mad at her and with lightning speed, he had her pinned once again. “All I did was greet you, wannabe Jeff.”

His grey eyes bored into hers. “Why are you awake? You should get to sleep,” he said, raising his knife.

Xanthe ducked low and swung her leg in an arc, bringing him down and grabbing his knife. She straddled him and pressed the tip of the blade to his throat.

From that battle, Jeff accepted that Xanthe was not to be killed by his hand. Xanthe and Jeff formed something like a friendship from there, and miraculously she could tolerate and deal with his mood swings and unpredictable attacks.

Jeff, for the first time, loved someone. And Xanthe now had someone she could relate to and love.

Three months later, the two had their first date. It was casual, at Jeff’s Victorian house. She thoroughly enjoyed it, and as she could now read Jeff’s face, she saw that he did too.

He took her to bed. They had never spent a night in the same bed, but they were comfortable enough to sleep next to one another. There was no firy attraction between them; they didn’t need it. There were only gentle caresses and whispers.

Jeff found out that Xanthe had never slept a wink in the night because of nightmares, and felt he had to change that. He did.

He held her close, and Xanthe, against her own will, fell asleep as Jeff whispered, “Go to sleep.”

For the first time, Xanthe slept a comfortable, dreamless sleep. And for the first time, Jeff whispered “go to sleep” to someone… and meant it another way.

  • moffeb

    I was expecting something else but this was really cute

  • Eagle

    Very well written… amazingly very few if not any grammatical errors. However, the story itself was quite boring. There were really no twists or turns and a lot of the information at the beginning was useless for the story. I think a better idea would be Jeff and the girl, fall in love and they kill together. I will say however, the ending was sweet considering Jeff is a serial killer. For the most part, good job but next time try a big plot twist.

    • Kate Bella

      I agree I feel like climax was never reached, i was full with anticipation and then it ended

  • Kyomiko

    Omg i absolutely loved it, it was perfect <3

  • Jaylin Bowens

    I thought that Jeff loved and wanted Jane and to kill with Jane. But whatever its still a really good story

  • Blakey

    Oh my god… didn’t expect this to be a love story. XD

  • Bebl

    This was adorable XD

  • Roselirious Valentine

    This story with Xanthe and Jeff is adorable❤

  • Headhunter

    This was cute I like it

  • Aly Greg

    ow…this was supposed to be scary but ended up sweet…this was a new read to me here 🙂

  • snow crystal

    It was a good story and a new idea i liked.. But the only part that actually bugged me was. That she easily took him down. Yet he has had much more experience and the fact that jeff literally took down his big abusive dad easily (another thing i didnt like about jeff the killer story) …. Yet she had no problem…
    Over all it was a good story and concept. But me personally. One of the things i love so much about jeff the killer is that he is completely insane as if possessed by a psychotic demon. But in this story he just sounds like a little boy who like killing people just because he can. I personally prefer the unimaginably insane killer. Rather than the killer who is capable of feeling emotions. Let alone love. Just my opinion. If i liked romance more then insanity id like the story a lot more . overall good job

    • Jed

      The story did say she was a M16 agent.

  • Jed

    3/5 Though I may not be a fan of Jeff the Killer, I do find this story pleasantly surprising in its twist (and its lack of grammatical errors) though I think it’s a little far-fetched.

    • JaneTheReader

      I see what you mean, but in all fairness, aren’t most creepypastas slightly far-fetched?

  • Sierraa

    lmao wtf….That doesnt sound truthful at all. You would be feeling like straight death, or already be dead by now. Sleep deprivation can kill you. You would have extreme hallucinations, it can put you into a forgetful state that’s basically the same as if you had dementia, your equilibrium would be off, you would have rapid weight loss, severe paranoia and even have extreme panic attacks. And if you’re lucky, your sanity would be just hanging in there by a single thread, but most likely it would’ve been gone within just a few months. Sleeping only 1 hour a day is bad for your health and sanity, so sleeping one hour a week (for 4 years lol) sorry but thats just not believable. (Hallucination starts after 2-3 days, 5 days serious mental effects, 14 days you could die.)

    • JaneTheReader

      Agreed, perhaps the time is exaggerated.

  • JaneTheReader

    As others have mentioned, a lack of plot twists is regrettable, but I loved the story and I think her deranged personality suits his very well. Very cute ❤️