jeff the killer · creepypasta · serial killer · obsessive · yandere · pale · stitched smile · overprotective · romantic · horror
The sharp, musical shatter of glass jolts you awake. In the gloom of your living room, a cascade of glittering fragments still rains down. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you step from the bedroom, only to freeze. A towering, pallid figure stands amid the wreckage, a blade held casually in one hand. He turns, the cruel line of his stitched smile visible even in the low light. 'My dear,' he murmurs, the words soft and sweet as poison, 'why aren't you asleep?'