He is an adolescent serial killer and registered Creepypasta. He was disfigured after being set on fire while fighting a gang of bullies and lost his sanity after witnessing his "new" and "beautiful" face.
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When Jeff woke up, he was at the hospital and his head was wrapped in bandages. When the bandages were taken off, it was revealed that his face had become disfigured and ghastly pale from the burns, with bright red lips and a leathery texture. Jeff said that he liked his face this way and laughed hysterically, but the doctor foolishly thought that this insanity was merely a side effect of the painkillers and let Jeff go home.
Another popular expansion is "Homicidal Liu" created by DeviantART user VampireNote13, a story about Jeff's brother Liu surviving his encounter with Jeff in the Creepypasta and developing a split-personality, becoming a serial killer himself and contemplating whether to get revenge on Jeff or spare him. The expansion also claims that Liu is the older brother, even though it was never stated in the actual Creepypasta itself which sibling was the oldest. This expansion was also the origination of the last name "Woods" as Liu is named "Liu Woods" in the expansion. Even though the creator made the story as a "what-if" scenario for a role-playing group, and even acknowledged that Liu dying may have been canonical, a majority of the fanbase took her expansion as canon.
(NOTE: killerjeff's YouTube channel has been terminated due to his violations of YouTube's community guidelines, which took the video down with it. When questioned, his response was that his account was taken down due to the disbelief of him being the original creator of the Jeff the Killer character. Fortunately the video was re-uploaded by a YouTube user called PhenomenonPoltergeist, however, the original audio was not kept, which was the song I Guess You're Right by the Posies playing in the background for a majority of the video. Later on, YouTube user Bob's Brother would come in to re-upload the video with its original audio.).
The earliest confirmed sighting of the image was on 16 November 2005, on a Japanese message board named pya.cc along with another image that Sesseur also posted, where he claimed that the alternate version was his original design concept. Sesseur's earliest known internet presence was 14 August 2008 where he made a Newgrounds account called "killerjeff" where he acted as if he were Jeff. The original Jeff the Killer video was uploaded on 3 November 2008.
Before being burnt alive, he was a quiet and fairly antisocial teenager, not that people actually knew him very well. But shortly after the incident, he became torturous, aggressive, bloodthirsty, and violent, making him one of the most dangerous serial killers in his hometown. Jeff is widely known for luring his victims to an eternal slumber, using a kitchen knife and eerie but soft tone of voice. Even though he prefers to murder his victims with knives, he is more than willing to use any weapon when placed in a desperate situation. He is an extremely stealthy and mischievous individual, able to break into victims' houses almost always without getting himself caught in the act.
Added Night before christmas.txt version [8bc1863ad7].>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>123456789101112131415161718192021222324252627282930313233343536373839404142434445464748495051525354555657585960616263646566Twas the night before Christmas, and all throughout /b/,Every /b/tard was fapping, and that includes me.The PENIS was out, proudly stiff in the airin hopes of a post that would please PedobearThe /b/tards all staring in front of the screenCatching unearthly visions, all mainly unseenExcept for the pasta that flooded the boardChristmas was coming to 4chan.orgWith a stickam whore wearing a red santa capand every guy screaming that it was a trapCrashing the server while trying to GETAll normal things for this part of the netWhen up on the roof, a noise that perplexedI shot off my load in startled reflexAway from the desktop, I flew in a flashWondering what the hell caused the crashWhen, what to my wondering eyes did I seeA man black as night, above all thhe treesPulled by a horde of memes, well because,I figured at once that it was Nigra Claus.Faster than a rapidshare download they cameAnd his voiced boomed aloud, calling all of their names."Now Zimmer, Now Cracky, now Mongler and Desu!On Delay, on Picard, on Gendo, and Deku!To the top of the board, where the sticky pin lies!"Needless to say, I was very suprised.He landed upon the grass of the lawnand walked towards the house, as bright as the dawnThe source of the glowing was no magic spell"IMMA CHARGIN' MAH LAZER!" the red-lipped one yelled.The front door exploded, all shattered to splintersI realized I just took a shit in my knickersThey poured in the room, with quite a large ruckus"Candlejack?" I exclaimed. "What the fuck is-"The words were unable to flow from my voiceLittle did I realize that I had no choiceto sit and endure the riotous massWith cum on my stomach and shit on my ass.Saint Nigra stepped forth, and wrinkling his nosetook a look at the room, and shouted "POOL'S CLOSEDDon't go in the water, it's full of stingraysand plagued with a virus that's known as the AIDS."George Zimmer stood next, and reached into his frock-"IT NEEDS TO BE HUEG TO MAKE ROOM FOR MY COCK"Pulled out some new pants, for my own I had shit"FROM THE MEN'S WAREHOUSE, BITCH, I GUARANTEE IT."He stepped back, and a doll took his placewhile two orbs of color shined out from her faceHer features contorted like an old anguished jew"Desu desu desu, desu desu desu desu."Cockmongler ran up and grabbed hold of my dickAnd then took off his shirt, I thought I'd be sickHe put the rag on me, as I stood there perplexednow adorned by the image of a bright green T-RexPicard flipped me off at warp factor "fuck you"while Cracky-chan smiled, her teeth all askew"Who are you," I asked, "Why are you in this region?""We are anonymous," they said. "Anonymous is legion."As quick as the flash, they all left the sceneWith plenty of shouting and phrases obsceneThey swarmed a female who was blocking their routeand all screamed at once "TITS OR GTFO"Mongler suggested "Stick it in her pooper!"The raeping commenced so fast it was blurredThey turned then to me, and shouted quite clear"Merry Christmas to /b/, we'll raep you next year!"
Added Stalker.txt version [3666f4334a].>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>12345678910111213141516171819202122232425It was late. We happened to be walking on the same path. I knew you were nervous--I would be too if I was a petite female, walking alone on a desolate and dark city street at 1:00 a.m. You were about fifty feet in front of me. I was going to turn right. You turned right. Soon, I was going to turn left. You turned left. I tried walking slower to let you get ahead of me. Unfortunately, you decided to walk slower at the exact moment I did. I then decided to start walking very fast, so that I could pass you by, let you be in control of the situation by being behind me. You started walking fast at the exact moment I did. I considered taking another turn or stopping for a smoke. Anything to let you get way ahead of me, to get me off of your path so that you could relax because I know you thought you were being followed by a strange man. It was cold as fuck outside though, so I continued walking toward my destination, a parking garage. I somehow knew this was your destination as well. You walked into the sanctuary of the garage, and I paused to have a smoke. With the luck I was having, you were probably parked right next to me and the coincidence would press the situation enough for me to get maced, I thought. The freezing wind helped me smoke my cigarette down to the filter in record time, but I thought my nicotine break gave you enough time to get to your car without some strange guy on your heels. I got in the elevator and pushed the button for the fifth floor, where I was parked. The elevator stopped on floor 3. The doors opened. And there you were. You forgot where you parked. I wouldn't have been offended if you didn't get on the elevator, but you did. You shrank away from me, and I could your fear along with the strong fragrance of whatever alcohol you had been drinking all evening. You didn't push a button on the elvator. Of course, you were getting off on my floor. Shit. I wanted to get off the elevator first to show you that I wasn't stalking you, to let you walk behind me for a change. Unfortunately, when the elevator doors parted you were off like a horse at the gate. You walked fast, I walked slowly. We were both headed in the same direction, again. It was at this point that I started to become a bit angry, not so much at you, but at the truths of society that helped to create this uncomfortable situation. So I walked slowly, and felt like the killer in a B horror movie who always catches up with the victim no matter how slowly he walks or how quickly the female victim runs. To make things worse, a penny was stuck in the grooves of the sole of my shoe. You walked quickly, and behind you you heard the "clink-clomp" of my shoe and penny laden shoe hitting the hard concrete. You panicked at this point, I think. Thankfully, you I saw you turn left up the ramp, and I went right, toward my car. The parking deck was empty of cars, save mine and one parked right next to it. I absolutely knew the car next to mine was yours. You were now wandering around the sixth floor I think, either avoiding me and waiting for me to leave or truly drunk and lost. I got in my car, started it up and let it warm up a bit. I wanted to help you. . .and then I saw you in my rearview mirror. Miss, whomever you are, please don't ever accept a ninja or spy job, because you are horrible at trying to conceal yourself from view. Maybe it was the bright pink scarf dangling over the edge of the ramp or the fact that you were perched right underneath a bright halogen lamp, but I could not only see you trying to hide, watching me in my car, but you stuck out like a turd in a punch bowl. I sighed, put my car into gear, and backed out of my space. I backed out a bit too far, cut the wheel and found my headlights right on you, completely illuminating and exposing your already horrible hiding place. Your eyes looked haunted, like that famous National Geographic cover featuring the woman with the 'haunted eyes.' The apology: I'm truly, truly sorry that at that point I flashed my brights and honked my horn at you like I was firing a machine gun. You jumped and, I think, screamed, but at this point the whole situation had gone too far for me. I also think you needed to sober up a bit more before you got behind the wheel of your car. As I pulled away, I smiled and waved at you. You gave me the finger. I probably deserved your wrath at this point, but please: In the future, get someone to walk you back or take a cab. You stink at being stealthy. I hope your hangover wasn't too bad. --Your Unintentional Stalker 2ff7e9595c
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