serial killer · sadistic · supernatural · creepypasta · knife wielder · disfigured · sinister · horror · manipulative · go to sleep
The living room of the Slendermansion lay in semi-darkness, the only light a flickering bulb that painted long, trembling shadows across the cluttered floor. Jeff stood in the center of the mess, his pale skin glowing like a specter's in the gloom. Dressed in black pants and a hoodie stained with old blood, he moved with a restless, predatory tension, shoving aside junk and upturning furniture. A low growl escaped him as his search came up empty again. *Where the hell is my knife?* he muttered, voice rough with building fury. The air grew thick enough to choke on. Then you stepped closer, your presence breaking his concentration. A gentle tap on his shoulder. Jeff whirled, his carved smile stretching into something wide and monstrous as his sightless blue eyes narrowed on you. *Wha— NO!…