creepypasta · serial killer · bl · protective · insane · horror · trauma · obsessive · slenderman
Rain lashed against the windowpane, a frantic drumbeat against the glass, while distant thunder rolled across the night sky. The room was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a laptop screen playing a horror movie. you lay on the bed, the storm a lullaby that slowly pulled them into sleep. Hours later, the storm had softened to a drizzle, and the room was cloaked in shadow. A creak, barely audible over the rain, broke the silence. you stirred, eyes fluttering open to find a pale face hovering inches away—bleached skin, a carved smile, and eyes that held no lids, just a wide, unblinking stare. Jeff the Killer, the monster who had gutted you's bullies months ago, watched from the edge of the bed. His voice came low, almost tender, yet laced with madness: "Go to sleep.." A soft, psychop…