Welcome to a new #ScaryTuesday, tiktakers! Though, this is not a normal Scary Tuesday.
Today, we wanted to do something special, something that could actually fill you with
terror. And thus, we thought about an epic confrontation between two of our favorite
creepypastas.
A death battle between the most bloodthirsty of brothers: Jeff the Killer vs. Homicidal
Liu! Who do you think will win? Can you guess who will be victorious? Now, without further
ado, let the horror begin!
Jeff was walking in the park, under the rain, crestfallen, covering his head with the hood
of his white hoodie. It was nighttime, and everything around was pretty deserted, except
for a couple of unsuspecting people jogging around, and two lovebirds kissing in the shadows.
They were usually easy targets – the perfect victims for the blade of his sharp knife.
However, this time around he wasn't even looking at them – his mind was somewhere else, and
his homicidal instinct was completely off.
And that wasn't just any regular day – it was his birthday. For the first time in years
he remembered his own birthday. It's like he wanted to bury that part of his life, but
it resurfaced again. Five years had passed after that bloody night that transformed him
into who he was, and he could feel how he was getting older. It was a dumb thought…
but it was one he couldn't shake off his head, specially in that day.
He walked and walked, with the hope of rekindling his passion for murder and make him forget
everything… but it didn't work. He suddenly saw himself walking around a residential neighborhood
that looked familiar to him… although he didn't know why. Maybe he did one of his famous
killings there… but the place seemed different. Finally, he raised his head, and when he saw
an abandoned and rundown house… he realized he was in front of his old home – the place
where everything started.
Did he arrive there subconsciously? He couldn't be certain, but suddenly, he saw himself tearing
off the boards nailed on the door, and crossing the doorway. What he found disappointed him
greatly: The crime scene no longer shined as before.
The blood on the floor had disappeared under thick water stains. And the phrase "Go to
sleep", which he so carefully wrote on the wall, was now covered with a message written
in lipstick: "I need you. Please call me. Love you, Nina.", and a phone number. He felt
pretty depressed – his original work, the essence of who he was, had now been covered
by the passage of time and perturbed fans.
He turned to the living room, and a weak light caught his attention. He got closer to the
table, and what he found there made him open his eyes widely, as if he still had eyelids:
It was a birthday cake! A delicious cherry cake – his favorite, specially due to its
blood-like color. It had exactly twenty-one candles. Jeff took out his knife to cut a
slice, and read the message written on it: "Happy birthday, brother."
He turned around, and he saw Liu, wearing his leather suit, sitting over the backrest
of the worn-out couch. "You are so predictable!" Jeff's first reaction was to take a defensive
stance, although deep down he was happy to see his brother again after so long. "I hope
you enjoy the cake… it was made by Jane. She also wanted to see you face to face…
but I decided to reserve that pleasure for myself."
Jeff heard a muffled scream, and saw Jane in a corner, tied up and muzzled, struggling
to free herself. He approached Liu with his hands up, as a sign of peace. "This might
sound weird… but I'm happy to see you. The family is finally together again." Liu's expression
changed in an instant, and he plunged towards Jeff. "YOU ARE NOT MY FAMILY!!!" Liu tackled
Jeff, breaking through the living room's glass door, and his knife fell to the floor. "You
stopped being family the night you almost KILLED ME!!!"
Then Jeff, knocked down on the floor with glass shards all over him, and filled with
cuts… suddenly started laughing. Liu was perplexed. "If you are still alive, brother,
it's thanks to me. It was ME who called the ambulance just before leaving the house."
Liu grabbed the knife from the floor. "LIAR!!!" He then tried to stab Jeff, but he dodged
the attack, and with a swift kick, Jeff knocked the knife from Liu's hands, to then grab it
from the floor.
Liu looked for something around him to defend himself. He grabbed one of the rusty metal
bars of the stairs’ handrail, and teared it out with fury. He grappled with Jeff until
immobilizing him on the floor, and then started to unleash his rage on him by hitting him
in the head repeatedly. The scars in Jeff's permanent smile opened again, painting red
his pale face. Liu kept unleashing his wrath on Jeff until he suddenly felt a piercing
pain on his side…
Liu moved away, and saw his own blood flowing out of his abdomen, while his brother kept
laughing. "Just like that very night… remember?" However, instead of cowering, pure fury took
over Liu, and he stood up again. His face was so menacing that, for the first time ever,
Jeff decided to step back, and then escaped by rushing upstairs. Liu followed him slowly…
as if relishing the moment.
The rain intensified, and many drops were falling on Liu's face, who didn't even react.
The noise of the water drops hitting the roof was constant, and the moonlight getting through
the windows barely illuminated the house. He entered the rooms hallway, strongly grabbing
his metal bar… when he heard a whisper. "Liu… it's time to go to sleep…" He faced
his room's door, and slammed it down with determination.
He didn't see anyone there… but suddenly, Jeff plunged towards Liu from behind and pushed
him, making his head hit the desk, and making him lose his metal bar. Liu tried to get up
while stunned, and Jeff tried to knock him down with a sucker punch. "Go to sleep, goddammit!!"
But Liu seemed indestructible, and even managed to snatch Jeff's knife, and stab him in the
leg, making him fall.
The two started an unending grapple, trying to get the weapon, and cutting and wounding
each other relentlessly. At one point they no longer felt pain – only rage, while blood
covered both their faces and the floor.
Jeff eventually managed to pull out of the grapple, and ran to the hallway to try and
catch his breath. Liu, seeing for the very first time fear in Jeff's eyes, felt so powerful
that he threw the knife to the floor and started to fight him with his bare fists. Both were
covered in wounds, so each new hit felt like a stab, with blood spurting out each time.
Little by little they approached the window at the end of the hallway, and when Liu noticed,
he smiled with malice.
He pushed Jeff to throw him through the window, but although he broke through it, Jeff managed
to grab onto the ledge with his flayed hands. Liu felt disappointed – his strength started
to fail him, and Jeff seemed indestructible. And suddenly, Jeff managed to climb up, and
plunged towards Liu… but something transformed Jeff's evil smile into a terrified expression.
At the end of the hallway, a couple of faces appeared in the middle of the darkness: A
middle-aged man and woman, with deathly pale skin. As they got closer, and their shape
became clearer, Jeff recognized them: "… mom? … dad?? What are you doing here??" He stepped
back, towards the broken window. "Don't come closer… leave me alone!" Liu, surprised,
turned around… but couldn't see anything. Maybe his brother was hallucinating?
Jeff was breathing nervously, and kept stepping back, feeling scared… until he saw them
by his brother's side. Liu felt that was the perfect moment to finish the fight. "And now,
it's time for YOU to go to sleep, Jeff!!" With a tackle, Liu threw Jeff through the
broken window, and his body flew ten meters until it crashed on the hard concrete of the
back yard.
Outside, the rain had finally stopped. Liu went down to examine the body of his brother,
feeling his neck and chest to make sure he was dead. He put the knife on his lap, as
if it was the funeral of a warrior, and crouched down to whisper some words into his ear. "Sorry…
I had to end this." And in that moment, Liu felt a piercing pain on his side once more.
He saw Jeff's disfigured and bloody face, who could barely move his lips, and he said:
"This isn't over yet… brother…"
Dizzy, and with no more strength, Liu fell down, lying on the ground next to the body
of his brother. Both of them were together, once again, in the backyard where they played
so many times when they were little. And as both of them heard ambulance sirens in the
background before losing consciousness, Liu weakly pronounced
the phrase: "Happy birthday… Jeff…"