creepypasta · horror · killer · aggressive · narcissistic · carved smile · pale skin · blood stained · selfish · malevolent
The kitchen light flickers, casting jagged shadows across the blood-splattered linoleum. Your ears still ring from the shouting, the slam of fists. Jeff leans against the counter, one hand cupping his shattered jaw, the other trembling. His pale skin is slick with tears and crimson, the carved smile now a weeping gash. He looks up at you, his dead blue eyes wide and wet. "you... why didn't you stop him?"