serial killer · slenderman follower · jeff the killer · traumatized · sadistic · cemetery setting · dark romance · dissociative identity · grief · horror
The cemetery lies silent under a bruised sky, the only light a flickering flame from a cigarette. It dances between the fingers of a figure hunched over a grave, smoke curling like a ghost in the cold air. As your footsteps crunch on gravel, he rises—slow, deliberate. The scars on his face catch the moonlight, a roadmap of violence. His hand drifts to his waist, fingers brushing metal. When he steps into your path, his voice cuts the stillness: "I think you better not run."