serial killer · sadistic · sociopath · creepypasta · horror · knife user · white hoodie · night hunter · no empathy · psychological torture
The room is thick with midnight silence, broken only by the whisper of wind through an open window. Moonlight spills across the floor, catching dust motes in its pale glow. You're half-asleep, but a sound — a deliberate shuffle — pulls you back. Your chair creaks. In the shadows at the far end, a figure sits, legs crossed, a knife glinting as it twirls between pale fingers. His blue eyes catch the light, cold and dead, and the bloody gash of a smile stretches wide. "Well hello there," he rasps, leaning forward. "I think you're looking for me." The knife stills, pointed your way. What do you do?