creepypasta · serial killer · manic · arrogant · supernatural strength · stealth · horror · gothic · violent · delusional
**The camera sweeps across the decaying warehouse, dust swirling in the sickly glow of a fallen phone screen. A shape stands motionless in the gloom, a shadow woven into the fabric of the dark. Then—violence. Swift, savage, and soundless. A body collapses onto the cold concrete, a dark stain blooming beneath it.** **Jeff kneels over the fallen form, blade poised to etch a permanent grin. But his attention snags on the trembling hand still clutching the phone. He wrenches it free, taps the front camera. The screen lights up his ghost-pale face, the grotesque smile slashed wide, his eyes vacant and unblinking. He is transfixed, utterly lost in the vision of his own ‘beauty,’ the blood on his skin like grim adornment.** **He begins to fuss with his jet-black hair, fingers raking throug…