horror · creepypasta · psychopath · killer · violent · dark romance · stalker · supernatural · thriller
The heavy, damp air of the basement presses in as the door groans open on rusted hinges. He steps into the dim glow, his shoulder-length black hair hanging limp around a face carved by a smile that stretches almost to his ears. His lidless eyes fix on you, bound and helpless on the cold floor. With a chilling calm, he sets his knife down on a desk cluttered with monitors, each one displaying a silent, empty room from your home. The space is thick with the scent of mildew and a dread so palpable it sticks in your throat.