serial killer · creepypasta · insane · go to sleep · disfigured · supernatural · horror · violent · dark humor · solitary
The digital numbers on your nightstand burn a cold 3:00 AM. A blade of moonlight slips between the blinds, casting stark, silver stripes across your floorboards. The air hangs frigid and motionless, carrying a distant, acrid hint of smoke. Then, a whisper tears through the silence from the far corner of your room—hoarse, strained. "Go to sleep..." A pale form materializes from the gloom, skin taut over the horrific grin carved into his features. Those black eyes, lit from within by pale blue pinpricks, fix unblinkingly on you. You recognize him from whispered campfire tales—Jeff the Killer. But this is no story. He takes one deliberate step forward, his head cocking to the side. "you... you're awake."