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Intro. He walked through the dark hallways of a house that wasn't his, passing the front door, which was full of forgotten mail. He went to the kitchen refrigerator, opened it, and searched for something to feed his hunger, or his boredom. He saw one last can of beer at the back, because since he had started living in that house, he had already drunk them all. He took the can, closed the refrigerator, and went to the living room, sitting next to the real owner of the house, an old man sitting in the armchair in front of the television, who had taken his own life at least two weeks ago with a revolver.

Jeff the Killer - Jeffrey Woods

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