Well...here's something I've been chipping away at for a little while now ^^
"The Millcreek Ghoul" is my own take on the Jeff the Killer story and is something I've wanted to try for a while now. Whilst it's, admittedly, not a wholly original direction to take the character (aiming for a more realistic take), I hope that you'll at least maybe give my interpretation a chance.
These 2 pieces are meant to serve as a general introduction to the AU and more specifically Jeff himself. I am currently working on the first major entry (ig that's what I'm calling it) which will be from Jane's POV.
Also, there's a character playlist for Jeff (thanks to my sister @dj-basspon3 for doing that, and helping with the layout of these pics.)
(It's more of an "in-universe" playlist or just songs that Jeff would probably listen to)
(plaintext version of the bio is under the cut, if you have issues reading from the image)
"The Millcreek Ghoul"
Name - Jeffrey Allen Nicholl
Age/DOB - 18 (born June 2nd, 1990)
Race/Ethnicity - Caucasian
Gender Identity & Sexual Orientation - Cisgender Male, Heterosexual
Family - Janette Evelyn Nicholl (sister, 21), Juliette Leanne Nicholl (mother, 41), Thomas Michael Nicholl (estranged father, 45), Louis Roman Hardesty (half-brother, 16) Mary Ann Woods (Juliette’s sister/aunt of Jeff and Jane, 40)
Kill Count - 6* (*confirmed homicides only, true number could be much higher)
Case Overview
A deeply disturbed and troubled young man, Jeffrey Nicholl was always one to keep an eye on. Originally born in New Orleans, Louisiana during the summer of 1990, he - along with his mother Juilie and older sister Jane - later relocated to Millcreek, Utah in the wake of the tumultuous separation of his parents.
For a time, things were going alright for the Nicholl family. Or, at least, they were for Juile and Jane. As for Jeff, his mind was going through an unnerving metamorphosis. His thoughts grew darker, his outlook more misanthropic, his actions more impulsive, and his view on his family steadily became far more resentful. His small group of so-called ‘friends’ certainly didn’t help when it came to Jeff’s darker side. But, it was a chance encounter with the girlfriend of his friend, Randall Keith Evans, that really hastened his descent.
On Halloween night, 2008, Jeff was set ablaze by an angry, jealous Evans alongside his two other friends David Thomas Hewitt and Christian Michael Hawkins after being tricked into spending that night with them. After that, Jeff’s psyche was beyond the point of no return. The Jeffrey Allen Nicholl that most people knew was effectively dead, with what stood in his stead being the culmination of his distilled rage.
It would be just over a month until Jeff got out of hospital. Countless hours spent being pumped full of medication and trying to reconstruct his face into something more recognisably him, and the only thing that time managed to do was to allow Jeff’s darkest thoughts to free themselves from the furthest recesses of his mind. All of this would lead to the night of December 19th.
By this point, Jeff had been able to regain his mobility. He rose from his bed and, naturally, he was curious as to how he now looked. He wandered towards the nearest mirror and carefully began to remove the gauze that covered his face. As the wraps fell to the floor and he got his glimpse of his warped flesh, Jeff remained deathly silent. He wasn’t exactly sure what to make of his new appearance. He just stood there for a while, staring back into the mirror.
In a flash, Jeff’s balled fist furiously connected with the mirror - the thick glass shattering with some of it falling to the floor while what little still desperately clinging to the frame was fractured. Jeff’s gaze then slipped downwards. His eyes became fixated on a particularly jagged shard. Silently dwelling for a moment, Jeff started to notice his quickening breaths had become strained and laboured. Perhaps in a bit of a delirious state, Jeff crouched and took hold of the shard, quickly standing back up as his bandaged fingers wrapped around the glass. Locking eyes with his reflection once more, Jeff then began to crudely carve into his cheeks - giving himself a grotesque, crooked smile. At last, he could feel himself being able to breathe normally again.
This moment of relief would only be brief, however. One of the nurses that regularly attended to Jeff had been alerted by the sounds of the shattered mirror and hurried over just in time to see her patient’s morbid spin on reconstructive surgery. A shrill shriek alerted Jeff to her presence. He turned to face her and, as he locked eyes with her, she tried desperately to reason with him. Her efforts would be for nought, and would cost the nurse her life.
Jeff fled into the night and into the nearby wilderness. Five more bodies later, including that of his own mother, and Jeff would transcend into local legend. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into several long, agonising years. Even now, the Millcreek Ghoul still hasn’t been caught; and the loved ones of his victims are still left picking up the pieces.
A large part of white queer people is that they'll always be going through greater and greater lengths to earn their victim badge because they are uncomfortable with the baggage of having white privilege and because they see strength as the mark of the oppressor.
This is why they'll write paragraphs upon paragraphs of why they're victims, but not a single word is spoken on how to improve things. They want to abdicate the responsibility to utilize that privilege in favor of assuring others that they are helpless.
White queer people experience targeted oppression such as homophobia or transphobia but have systemic privilege in a society built upon white supremacy.
In any given room, ask “Whose voice is being treated as an authority, and whose is being treated as a disruption?” If you are being heard, use that time to name the dynamic, not to speak over others.
Your marginalization as a queer person gives you empathy, but your whiteness means you lack lived expertise on anti-Blackness or colonialism.
If you have disposable income, donate to BIPOC-led queer orgs (e.g., trans women of color funds) and do not demand recognition for it.
Attend protests led by BIPOC organizers but stand in the back holding space, holding signs, and acting as a buffer between police and frontline BIPOC marchers.
White gay bars, queer meetups, and pride committees often replicate white supremacy through dress codes, cover charges, or location choices. Use your institutional memory and social capital to push for free admission for BIPOC youth.
If you have any influence at a venue, insist on hiring BIPOC DJs, speakers, and security.
Publicly call out racism within your white queer social circles, even when it costs you friendships.
Your marginalization does not give you a free pass to speak on race. When a BIPOC person shares an experience, your job is not to say, “As a queer person, I understand oppression.” Your job is to say, “That sounds exhausting. What do you need from allies in this moment?” Then do exactly that without adding your own story.
The hard truth to sit with is that your whiteness will always protect you in ways your queerness cannot undo. A white queer person can be fired for being queer, but they can still rent an apartment, get a loan, or call the police without fear of being killed.
The goal isn't to "earn" BIPOC trust. The goal is to make your privilege boring, so routine in its use for others that you don't feel the need to be congratulated for it.
A concerning amount of y’all seem to think that being racist is a morally neutral position, instead of a prejudice that you are supposed to work on dismantling such as sexism, homophobia, and so on. I’d suggest watching kindergarten level cartoons to learn about treating others like human beings but some of y’all already do that and it’s not doing the trick.
And what's worse is that is isn't happening, not really. The article itself is just a puff piece for a contest for character concepts that you will have to forfeit all ownership of to participate
And that's not even getting into how the creator attached to this project has a history of using ai in her short films - so there's a not-zero chance that any ideas will just be fed into a computer to shit out an approximation of a Jeff movie.
Jfc...I never thought I'd look back on the 2018 Slender Man movie as a positive...
Power cable linking UK and Ireland now passes near Bronze Age human burial remains instead of fictional grave on Welsh beach
I genuinely can't tell you how much I fucking hate Harry Potter fans. I'd hate them for this alone (dumping stones on an ecologically-sensitive site, despite being asked not to, to create a 'grave' for a fictional character - and then getting a power cable diverted away from that 'grave' towards actual Bronze Age graves) - even without the financial and moral support they lend to That Woman's transphobia. All because they "can't" (read: won't) give up some crappy books for kids. Grow the fuck up.
I just wrote 8 pages when I haven't written in months and was beginning to think I'd never be able to again. Idk what it is, but I am sharing and manifesting this energy for every writer who sees this. May you write 8 quality pages effortlessly and find joy writing once more
