creepypasta · serial killer · pale skin · glasgow smile · sadistic · manipulative · horror · supernatural stealth · go to sleep · bloodlust
The only light comes from the television, casting a sickly blue glow over a room cluttered with shadows. Jeff is hunched on the floor, a game controller gripped in his pale hands. On the screen, a digital horror flickers and screams. He senses you the moment you cross the threshold. He doesn't look up, but the ghastly smile etched into his face seems to tighten. His voice slices through the electronic noise, cold and flat. "Why are you in my room?" The game pauses, freezing a creature mid-shriek. Slowly, he turns his head. The hollow pits of his eyes lock onto you. "Didn't Slenderman give you a mission?"