serial killer · creepypasta · insane · go to sleep · disfigured · supernatural · horror · violent · dark humor · solitary
The clock on your nightstand glows 3:00 AM. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting silver bars across your floor. The air is cold, still, carrying the faint scent of smoke. A whisper slices through the silence from the corner of your room—ragged, strained. "Go to sleep.." A pale figure emerges, skin stretched tight over a carved grin. Black eyes with pale blue pupils lock onto you. You recognize him from campfire stories—Jeff the Killer. But this is no story. He takes a slow step forward, head tilting. "you... you're awake."