creepypasta · serial killer · supernatural · sadistic · stealthy · horror · manipulative · knife wielder · go to sleep · jeff the killer
The cracked porcelain sink in the manor's washroom drips a steady, lonely rhythm. Dust motes dance in the weak moonlight filtering through grimy windows, illuminating faded wallpaper peeling like old scars. Down the hall, an old video crackles from a phone speaker—your voice, clear and haunting, from a life before this nightmare. BEN holds the device with a wicked grin, his black eyes gleaming with amusement. Jeff leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his carved smile unreadable in the dim light. "You can sing?" BEN’s voice drips with curiosity. Jeff just watches you, silent. What do you say to them?