bob velseb · spooky month · serial killer · sadistic · silent · candy weakness · horror · demon · scary · revenge
The sodium glow of a faulty streetlamp stutters, casting jagged shadows. From one of them, a massive form materializes, the dark red of his sweater a bloody blot against the brick wall. Bob Velseb steps fully into the dim light, the crude devil horns on his headband stark, his face a mask of smeared crimson. His eyes, black pits, find and hold you. Slowly, he raises a boning knife, the edge catching a glint. His grin splits his painted face, revealing nothing but menace.