Jeff is a killer the way he kills. Does Jeff the Killer really exist? Everything you need for the ritual

Jeff the Killer is popular character creepypastas. Stories about this character are very popular in America. Many people are interested in whether Jeff the Killer really exists, and they even conduct research to make sure. TO distinctive features appearance may include scary eyes, lack of a nose and a wide smile.

Does Jeff the Killer exist in real life?

To understand whether this is a fiction or a lie, let’s first look at the history of its appearance. According to existing legend Jeff was born in prosperous family, and everything would be fine, but behind the boy’s back there lived a demon who was waiting for a good opportunity to take possession of him. At the age of 13, in one fight, Jeff had his face doused with alcohol and then set on fire. Looking at himself in the mirror, he went crazy and used a knife to cut his mouth almost to the ears so that it seemed that he was always smiling. The once gentle and joyful boy became angry and aggressive. From that moment Jeff took possession and he began to kill. At first it was the offenders, and then relatives. Evidence that Jeff the Killer exists regularly appears on the Internet along with descriptions of his bloody massacres. What’s interesting is that there is actually a similar story about a boy, but there are no facts about his bloody adventures.

To make sure whether Jeff the Killer exists or not, you can perform a special ritual. To do this, you need to take lipstick, a rag, a knife, four sheets of paper, a marker and tape. At night, when everyone is asleep, you need to go out into the entrance. On the wall of the fifth floor you should write “Go to sleep” in lipstick. You need to draw a wide smile above the inscription. After this, a sheet is glued on the first floor, on which write “I” with a marker, on the next floor - a sheet with the inscription “Not”, on the third - “I want” and on the fourth - “Sleep”. Then you need to go home and wait about an hour. During this time you can do whatever you want. After the time has passed, you should go to the entrance and see what has changed. Evidence that Jeff the Killer exists can be seen by checking the leaflets posted on the floors. If he gets in touch, the sheets may be overhanging or wrinkled, and another obvious sign is the smell of rot. Having noticed all these facts, you need to run to the fifth floor as quickly as possible, wrap the knife in a rag and erase the phrase and smile written in lipstick. These actions will help drive out Jeff the Killer. If nothing has changed, it means that he considered that you are not worthy of a meeting.

I hope everyone knows famous hero creepypastas of Jeff the Killer or more precisely Jeff the Killer. The story was taken from real events and I am the author of this story! Well, let's get to the story.

I was a little girl, well, an ordinary one, I was 10 years old, I knew who Jeff the killer was, I read a lot of stories about him, at first I was afraid, especially at night, I sleep alone! And it happens that parents are not home until 3 o’clock. Then after a few days I stopped being afraid of him, he seemed like a sweetheart to me. Now I have grown up, I am 20 years old and since childhood I have wanted to fly to America!

And so I turned 20 years old and I flew there, in fact, I flew not to live there or relax, but to Jeff’s house itself!
I thought that this was not true, and so I arrived, I left and went to look for a house. There were few people there, and then his house caught my eye, I saw his house in the photographs and it looked exactly like there.

I approached the house, I was scared, I opened the door, it was dark in the house, I turned on the flashlight. I went to examine the house, it stank of rot and then I saw the corpse of his mother. More precisely, her head, I got scared and moved on trying not to make sounds. I saw the door to the bathroom, I went there and it didn’t surprise me; it was written on the mirror in blood: I am beautiful - which means “I am beautiful” in translation. I knew that it would be written there, I went to the 2nd floor and now I was really scared! And then I heard sounds behind me, I decided to turn around and saw him with a knife.

I pointed a flashlight at his face and saw his face, it was white, his eyelids were missing and his mouth was cut. It seemed creepy. I started walking back from him, I was scared! And then I remembered him sad story, the fear disappeared from me and I went to meet him. This seems strange, and I'm not crazy! I felt sorry for him and then I said:
- I know you want to kill me, and I’ll tell you what, Jeff, you’re beautiful!
I said this out of pity for him, and if anyone doesn’t know Jeff, he knows Russian. When I said these words, he looked at me, and the knife fell out of his hand. He himself ran into the bathroom, I followed him and took his knife. The door to the bathroom was ajar, I walked in and saw him. He sat and pressed himself against the wall, it was clear that he was crying, and I said.
- It’s not your fault that you kill people, you’re lonely, you have no friends and I feel sorry for you!
Jeff:
- Aren't you afraid of me? Am I not terrible to you?
- No, why should I be afraid of you?! You're not terrible to me!
Jeff:
- For the first time I see a person more precisely a girl who is not afraid of me! And I don’t even want to kill you!
Jeff looked at me with surprised eyes and falling in love! And it was immediately clear that he did not want to kill me.
I walked up to him and sat down next to him, and gave him the knife. He looked at me without taking his eyes off, he was so surprised that he didn’t even believe that I wasn’t afraid of him! I laughed and said.
“I don’t believe I saw you either, I thought you were going to kill me!”
Jeff didn't know what to say. I just took him and hugged him, he was even more surprised and hugged me too. I decided to stay with him. The next day it was time for me to fly home, I headed towards the exit, just as Jeff grabbed me behind my back. I turned around, but he was without a knife! And he said.
- Bye, I hope we'll see each other again!
And then he kissed me on the lips. I was shocked by this and then I relaxed and hugged him. It was very surprising for me! I said goodbye to him. And flew home.

Some people won't believe it, but it was the real truth!

Let's start with the most important thing, who is Jeff the Killer? Jeff the Killer Maniac - a psychopath whose psyche went to hell at the age of 13, as a result of severe moral shocks, and not only...
I'll give you a little summary about it:
The name is Jeff.
Last name is Woods.
Age at the beginning of the story (Jeffry) is 13 years old.
Age at this moment(Killer) -18 years old.
Lived in the USA, Wisconsin.
Current location: Unknown.
The story about Jeff appeared in 2008 and still remains very popular. But there are some inaccuracies in it that undoubtedly spoil the experience of this story and call into question the reality of Jeff's existence.
Well, let's begin...

Question 1:-Many people who learned about this character simply do not understand why he became mentally unstable. As a teenager, Jeff felt somehow strange. Some strange thoughts and feelings sometimes overcame him. But he held them back, did not let them break out. And Jeff the Killer needed freedom of action. He always stood behind the teenager, this is even shown in the comic. In some pictures (as far as I remember, it was definitely at the beginning of that fight at a party) there is not even a person standing behind Jeff, but rather a spirit repeating the outline of the boy, but he differs from him with an unnaturally wide smile and round black eyes. Jeff was only 13 years old adolescence the psyche is very shaky. And as I already said, a whole cascade of severe moral shocks fell on Jeff.
Firstly, His brother is taken to a boarding colony, although it is not he who is guilty, but Jeff; Secondly, that fight that happened at the birthday party. She became the one turning point, that trigger. Jeff the Killer was no longer just a spirit. He broke out and took over the boy's body. But Jeff recovered anyway. While he was in the hospital, he reasoned quite sensibly and reasonably... until he saw his new face... That was the last straw, from which Jeff could no longer recover... He saw his new face. I saw with what horror his relatives looked at him, how his mother cried... All this simply ruined the teenager’s psyche and he became what we were used to seeing him.

Question 2:-Is there a nose or not? Eat! Jeff definitely has a nose! There was nothing written in the story about the fact that he disappeared. It did not fall off or become covered with skin after the operation. Just because our character’s skin is boiling white and doesn’t create much of a shadow, it seems like he doesn’t have a nose, but in fact he hasn’t gone anywhere.

Question 3:- I want to talk about that same Creepy Photo where Jeff allegedly looks into the camera lens with his signature creepy smile. So... It's not Jeff. This photograph belongs to a completely different story and is assigned specifically to it, the name of this creation is Wild Face and the photograph actually shows a girl! So it's not Jeff, even though she looks like him with her white face and "beautiful" smile.

Question 4:- Why didn’t Jeff lose his sight when he burned (yes burned, not cut off) his eyelids? - There’s just a translation error here. He did not burn them, but burned them a little, which is why they folded into a dense black accordion around his eyes and formed that same edging around them. Jeff knows how and can blink, but in order to blink we need to relax our eyelids, but on the contrary, he needs to tense them. In a relaxed state, Jeff's eyes are wide open and therefore he sleeps with a blindfold. Because in his sleep he relaxes and his eyes open wide and he wakes up.

Question 5:-Why did Jeff kill his family? - Jeff saw how his family reacted to him, he didn’t want to watch his mother cry at the sight of him. He thought that it would be better if he always smiled, but the hard skin hurt his cheekbones and we all know what Jeff did to always smile at his mother... But his mother did not appreciate these efforts. Jeff, no matter what he is, he is still a child, and his mother looks at him like he is a monster! And she even ran for the gun! It was self-defense, if Jeff had not killed them, they would have killed him. But why did he kill Lewis? Jeff didn't actually kill him with a knife. After killing his parents, the young killer realized that no one in this world needed him. And then he remembered his brother. Maybe he even needs it? Jeff went to check it out. Lewis woke up and felt that someone was looking at him. He didn’t immediately see Jeff, but when he finally noticed him... Woke up, still not understanding anything, he saw his brother with a slit mouth and crazy eyes, but the only thing he asked was: “J.. Jeff? What?” with you? Have you been attacked again?" A lump rose in Jeff's throat. "Needs... He needs me..." But what Lewis doesn't know is that Jeff just made him an orphan. And Jeff was scared, what if the only person who needs him, who cares about him, hates him?!
Perhaps this is all I wanted to tell you about this incomparably awesome killer. I'll leave it at that, but if you have any questions regarding Jeff the Killer, please leave a comment and I'll try to answer them. Thank you for taking the time to read this article.
“Well, no... It’s better that he die loving me than live and hate.” Jeff thought, closing his hands around his brother’s neck. Jeff strangled Lew.

We all (including the author) love Jeff. Of course, his story is a terrible tragedy, fans are convinced of his existence and long to meet him, but... What is Jeff really like? Why didn't the creator bother to think a little about whether this was possible? Source: http://ficbook.net/readfic/1773506

Hello, fans of the "creepypasta" fandom. You all know and love Jeff the Killer, of course, unless your name is Jane Arkensaw. The story of this character is well-read, fans can retell it by heart, reading it with expression in different voices. Many people want to meet Jeff in real life, make friends with him and go into the sunset, someone calls him at the entrance at night, posting notes on the walls (and this is already a plagiarism of Slenderman). On VKontakte, on deviantart and other resources you can find great amount arts various styles, starting with \"my three-year-old sister draws better\" and ending with \"I'm a specialist in portraits\". In most cases, our beloved psycho is portrayed as a kind of prince with perfect skin white, lush black hair and a sweet smile, which is complemented by a sloppy laceration. In fan fiction, almost ninety-nine percent of the time, he is a typical sweet anime boy. Of course, the creator of this wonderful character is just great, we are all grateful to him, but! A huge, huge BUT with a billion exclamation marks! Why didn't he bother to think if this was possible? And the most interesting thing is that among the fans no one thinks about it either! So now we will sort out all the doubtful points. For this purpose, the author even conducted several simple experiments and consulted with a surgeon she knew.

As mentioned earlier, everyone knows the story, but for those who live in a welded tank at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, let me briefly remind you: Jeff’s family moved to new house, the mother immediately accepts the neighbor’s invitation to her son. Jeff begins to have a strange feeling. The next day, he and his brother were supposed to go to school by bus, but local minors "sharp little chavs" demanded a tax. Jeff beats them, the brothers run away from the crime scene. In the evening the police arrive, Jeff confesses, but Lew (brother, if anyone doesn’t know) manages to shield the younger one and they take him away. On Sunday, the family goes to a holiday, Jeff is again attacked by those gopniks and breaks a bottle of vodka on his head. The guy's psyche breaks down and he kills the punks. One of the attackers throws a lighter at the enemy before dying. Jeff wakes up in the hospital, his face is white, his lips are burned, his roof has collapsed. And at home he cuts his mouth, burns (more accurate translation) his eyelids and kills the whole family. I won’t say anything about Lew’s death, I don’t want to start an already inflated argument on the topic “alive or dead”? He's like Schrödinger's cat, if you read the fan fiction, although I firmly believe that he is still alive...

So what do we have? First, Jeff was burned to death, doused in alcohol and covered in bleach powder. Thermal and chemical burns of the third, or rather even fourth degree. This is exactly what had to happen, given the fact that our beloved character was burning for about a few minutes while he ran out of the bathroom, rolled down the stairs and lost consciousness. Well, two minutes definitely had to pass, about forty seconds just to fall (the author knows, he often twists his legs on stairs). With this, the subcutaneous fatty tissue usually also lights up. Let's add to this the amplification effect - Jeff ran and flew down the stairs, which created an influx of air, the flame, by all laws, should flare up stronger. If there were no chemical, but only alcohol, then nothing would have happened at all - a well-known trick of magicians when a palm doused in alcohol is set on fire, but the skin does not burn. The clothes could have caught fire, but this is unlikely, meaning the bleach played a role here.
In the art, Jeff is all white, like a sheet of paper. Now let's think logically. A bottle of vodka was broken on the guy’s head (in general, the story should end with a concussion), therefore half of the liquid scattered to the sides along with the fragments. I checked by filling a bottle with water and breaking it on a piece of concrete sticking out of the ground (you won’t find anything like that in abandoned buildings). The concrete turned out to be about a quarter wet, and this piece was shorter than average human height. The future killer was doused with alcohol up to a maximum of the middle of the chest, plus his arms to the elbows, and not his entire body. This is simply physically impossible!
I have already mentioned third- and fourth-degree burns. The guy would have died immediately, given that a child’s body, which has not yet fully formed, is less resilient than an adult. Jeff was thirteen years old; boys only begin to develop into adults at that age!
Skin graft surgery - here the rehabilitation periods are met, and even exaggerated. The author stretched one week into three, but the patient was admitted to the clinic in critical condition, so such a delay is quite logical. But again, lack of knowledge let us down: if one’s own skin is transplanted, no reactions usually occur. Someone else's? Why someone else's? We have already figured out that everyone’s favorite killer burned only to the middle of his chest. In such cases, they transplant their own skin, but from the thigh. Moreover, there is no question of the rough stitches that Jeffrey allegedly felt all over his body. And there is not a single reaction of the body that would give White color skin. Often, if the skin becomes a different color, it is yellowish-brown.
"The alcohol burned and burned his skin, and the bleach whitened it." Fans, agree on one thing already! The story has been translated a hundred times, sometimes about skin transplants, sometimes not. If the integument of the body was transplanted, then Jeff could not be white! And about the above quote... Well, do you believe it yourself? I finally bought bleach powder, stole alcohol from the medicine cabinet, diluted it with a little water (vodka is forty degrees, and pure alcohol is ninety-six) and sacrificed a small, small area of ​​skin on my wrist. Yes, I'm so crazy, I crave experiments for the sake of truth! Basically, I poured alcohol on it, sprinkled it with bleach, and set it on fire. I swore at myself for half an hour and only received a second-degree burn, with a blister. Mom had to tell me that she burned herself on the iron. Yes, the time was not observed, I only held it for a couple of seconds, and then put my hand under the water, but still... For several days now I have been regularly applying ointment for burns, the blister has subsided, the redness is going away. Not a hint of white, I want to note.
IN different translations creepypasta you can find an option where the skin was not transplanted. After such an extensive burn, large scars would remain, I personally saw it on patients in the burn department. So you shouldn’t portray the Under-Joker (hello from Jane) as a young man with perfect smooth skin. In the case of this translation option for the phrase "the sensations were as if he had touched leather bag\" I do not have. In the second case (with a transplant), this cannot happen.
\"He hit himself in the face, but did not feel any pain. The skin has lost sensitivity." This suggests that the nerves were damaged, but then Jeff would not be able to speak clearly, but in the story he laughs and speaks clearly! This means that the nerves are fine and he feels pain.

Phew, we're done with the skin. What is our second point? Hair. \"His hair turned from light brown to black, brown in places.\" Oh my God, what was the author smoking? I won’t give a short description here research work, as with the previous paragraph. Cut off a couple of hairs from yourself and bring it to a lit lighter, hold it for a couple of seconds, and then move it to the side. What's left in your hand? The same hair, completely intact, but black? No, they just melted. Eighteen to forty percent of hair consists of water, which immediately evaporates, so it shrinks in fire. The rest is clean organic matter, which burn to ashes in an instant. Did you get the hint? Where does the lush black mane come from if he has to go bald?

Eyes. Half of the fans are sure that Jeff's eyes have lost color, turning from bright blue to faded gray. This does not happen with burns of the eye. Porcelain white only. But, again, we turn on logic. You are burning, your eyes are burning. Will you stand there without blinking? Of course not! Close your eyes and thereby save your eyes! I often feel like killing myself with facepalms while reading fan stories and comments.

Lips... Yes, theoretically they could become redder, but not scarlet! The skin there is thin and recovers quickly. So don't act like the guy stole mom's lipstick.

And we got to the most interesting part (well, finally)! Transformation of the cute Jeffrey Woods into the formidable Jeff the Killer. I just want to say: “Smile, a bird is about to fly out!” Jeff cut his cheeks. Firstly, do you know how to distinguish cut wounds from lacerations? Open any search engine, find pictures and look! Why do you think Jeff's wounds have sloppy, jagged edges if they're cut! These are straight, even lines! There is another option - Jeff did not cut all the way through the cheeks, but only slightly cut the skin. You don't lose the ability to express emotions if you scratch your cheek.
Why didn't the diction suffer? He has cut almost all the facial muscles, and at the same time he moves his jaw? There is no need to start holivars on the topic “it’s just cheeks”! Type everything in the same search engine \"facial muscles\" and look at the pictures. Mentally draw lines of incisions from the corners of the lips, which will be shaped like a smile, and you will see for yourself that almost everything has been cut, except for the eyelids and brow ridges. This means that the poor teenager's mouth won't shut. Try talking without clenching your teeth. How much will others understand from your speech, huh? That's it! So what kind of broom does Jeff still have the diction of a seasoned orator?
Eyelids... How many times have disputes arisen among glorious creepypasta fans over this issue! Burnt or lightly burned? Lightly burned your mother! Learn English! In this case, as one author wrote, the eyelids would actually fold into a tight accordion, but it would be impossible to blink; blackening indicates that the muscle has burned out, these are dead areas. Stand in front of the mirror and try not to blink as long as possible. Gradually the eyes begin to water. Now imagine how a person who cannot blink will live. Constant uncontrollable lacrimation.
In terms of the number of battles, the eyelids were defeated only by the nose. Why does everyone think that Jeff doesn't have a nose? Was he a boy with no nose? No, he was a normal child! As the author of the article, to whom I already referred in the paragraph above, said, he was not cut off! Fan canon states that Jeff's nose was smashed into his jaw by blows from Keith, Randy, and Troy. Lord, my friend’s father is a boxer, a master of sports. He regularly gets punched in the nose during training by healthy, powerful men, and something about this part of his face is on him. And for some reason Jeff lost his nose from blows much weaker than those of professional teenage athletes.

Bottom line: if we assume that Jeff’s head is empty and the blow from the bottle didn’t even knock him out, and then he somehow survived after receiving injuries from which normal children die, then we will get something that is very, very different from the usual image this character.
Top part the body is slightly darker than the lower one and is all covered with scars, the skull is bald, the eyes are of normal color with black remnants of burnt eyelids, and tears are constantly flowing. The mouth does not close, speech is inarticulate, most resembles a moo. Cheeks cut straight lines. Agree, you can’t make a cute little anime boy out of this monster. And I’ll just tell you one last thing - look for more information when writing fanfiction/creating a character, make everything more realistic! We now understand that Jeff, with the mere fact of his existence, is demolishing a good half of modern knowledge about the structure of the human body, as well as about medicine. And don’t think, I don’t encourage anyone to do anything! It's your right to make the character the way you see it.

Recently I was the same normal person, like you, until one day something happened that turned my life upside down, and even Will Smith won’t boast about it.

I'll tell you a little about that day. My brother was at work. I never worked and my brother always asked me to start earning some money, but I took him downstairs and went to watch porn. Ironically, my first job shaped me into what I am today.

The plumbing was terrible. My shower and toilet were stopped at home, so the solution was to buy some of this sulfuric acid and pour some down.

I opened the bottle and poured the contents into the bucket. I don't know why I did this. Maybe because I don’t know anything about plumbing. Well, acid stinks like Hell. And after thinking, I decided to hold my breath, take the bucket to the bathroom and pour the acid into the bathtub.

I carried the bucket into the bathroom, the bathroom was partially flooded due to overflowing water, the soap dish was on the floor and I slipped.

My instinct was to pull the bucket out of the spill, but guess what? The bucket was emptied all over my face and neck.

The pain didn't hit me right away. The shock almost froze, and I realized that I would be in scary world, at that moment the pain hit me. It was very painful, acid dripped into my eyes, my vision is blurry, and I can still see red. I threw myself on the floor, screaming in pain. It felt like my face was being eaten away by millions of insects.

I forgot how long it took before people intervened and tried to help me. I think I passed out because the pain was so severe.

After that, I remember dim lights, hearing conversation and heart rate. I woke up and went to bed. My face throbbed like a mother's excitement, but there wasn't really any pain. I didn't feel afraid because I didn't know where I was. I was just calm.

Then I woke up with bile around my face. I was depressed, like an emo who doesn't have a hot gift for a theme... Yeah, pretty depressing, but I haven't cut myself anything yet.

After some time had passed, my brother took me home. I forgot how long I was in the hospital.

As soon as we got home, I unpacked my things. The doctors did terrible job: I looked strange, almost like Julia Wetmore. My brother told me everything was fine, but I was angry.

After about a week, my insecurities increased 10-fold. I'm fucked: imagine looking like this for the rest of your life. You look like a pink turtle. I couldn't handle it.

They didn't accept me anymore, I was a freak.

Do they think I'm a freak? I'll show them the freak!

So I grew my hair out and grew a little beard on my lower chin. I changed my face, it was too pink and red, and I recolored it with hydrogen peroxide. Then it became pure white. I looked at Ichi the Killer and saw that his mouth was wide open. I also wanted to change my mouth, so I applied hot steel to the wound. Yes, it was painful. So what?

My brother told me I was becoming a monster. Successful mission - my artificial eyelids that surround my creepy eyes. Typically they swell, causing them to curl.

First of all, tonight I'm going to scare that kid whose room light is on. This little bastard needs to go to sleep.

I hope I don't get shot!

Facts (or something like that):

1. Jeff is not Woods, but Hodek

2. Jeff's favorite holiday is Thanksgiving.

3. Jeff and Lew have a good relationship

4. He doesn't kill children (if a child bothers him, he can knock him out)

5. In history he is 25 years old

7. He kills people he thinks deserve it.

8. He's Italian

9. Parents know about what happened, but do not know that their children are killing people.

10. The first person who killed Jeff was some random guy (he killed him for practice)

11. His eyelids are damaged but not gone.

12. Jeff is 2 years older than Lew

13. He tried drugs. He drinks, but not a lot. Smokes.

14. If Lew dies, then so does Jeff.

15. He believes that people are evil, living only through hatred.

16. His phrase is not “Go to sleep!”, but “This is joy!”