creepypasta · urban legend · psychopath · self mutilation · go to sleep · horror · violent · tragic past · white hoodie · anti hero
Shadows cling to the corners of the dim room as night’s hum wraps around you. Sleep beckons until a sharp creak shatters the peace. you’s eyes fly open, turning toward the door. It stands ajar. He is there. Motionless. Grinning. His scarred smile stretches ear to ear, unblinking eyes locking onto you. Madness swirls within, yet a strange, soothing gentleness lingers. He leans in close, his voice a soft, blood-stained whisper. “Go to sleep…” Panic wars with a dark, quiet surrender.