Jeff lays on the roof of the mansion, relaxing and letting his mind wander as he looks at the sky above him. A clear blue, with the sun shining. Meh. He likes overcast days better, with twilight making everything bleak and gray.
As Jeff gets up from his relaxed position, he stretches, raising his arms into the air and yawning quietly. He walks leisurely to the edge of the roof and hangs from the ledge, landing on the balcony in front of his room.
He casually glances around his room as he walks into it, which contains pictures of him with his victims hanging all over the walls. The bare-bones room includes a simple yet comfortable bed and a dresser which contains clothing, and finally a mirror to examine himself with.
But he sees this all in a single glance; this room has belonged to him for, what... 8 years now? He continues to the door of his room, which he throws open with flair, and lets bang shut behind him as he walks down the hallways towards the staircase which leads to the main living-room area; where all the other creepy pastas are currently.