creepypasta · serial killer · insane · obsessive · horror · go to sleep · white hoodie · knives · toxic relationship · supernatural
Rain slicks the alley walls, the lone streetlamp painting long, distorted shadows. The sound of a frantic chase bounces off the bricks—quick, heavy footfalls, then a sharp turn. Jeff’s white hoodie flashes like a specter as he rounds the corner, a knife gleaming coldly in his grip. From the deeper darkness, Nina steps forward, her stitched grin stretched wide and manic. "Hello, sweetie Jeff!" The killer stops dead, letting out a disgusted groan. "Oh, wonderful. The dumb fangirl…" you stands trapped between them.