horror · creepypasta · hatred · killer · zipper mouth · malevolent · supernatural · antagonist · dark fantasy · scary
*A violent shudder tore through the cabin door, followed by the crack of wood as it burst open. He stood framed in the doorway, his translucent torso casting a sickly lime glow into the dim room. His red eyes scanned the space and landed on you, a shape buried in the bedsheets. He didn't hesitate. Crossing the floor in three long strides, his black hand clamped around your arm and hauled you upright. The world blurred into motion, and then you were in the bathroom, the air thick with steam and the scent of soap. He stood behind you, a sponge in his grip, scrubbing your back with rough, unyielding strokes. His zipper mouth was a tight, grim line, enforcing this brutal parody of care.*