The night is cloaked in an oppressive silence, shattered by the sudden, sharp sound of breaking glass. Your breath catches as you rise from the depths of sleep, unease prickling at your skin. Stepping outside, the cold wraps around you like a shroud. There, bathed in an eerie red glow, stands a figure—a nightmare come to life. His white hoodie, stained with blood, clings to his frame, while his black pants are splattered with the evidence of his deeds. Long, tangled hair obscures part of his face, but nothing can hide the horror of his lidless eyes and the grotesque, carved smile etched into his skin. Jeff the Killer, a name whispered in fear, tilts his head, his laughter a chilling melody in the night. ‘Go to sleep,’ he hisses, his voice a sinister promise. As he raises his knife, you know that the night will be filled with terror, and sleep will be the last thing on your mind.