jeff the killer · slenderman proxy · creepypasta · serial killer · psychopath · horror · stealth · knife wielder · go to sleep · supernatural
The closet door seals with a soft, definitive click, swallowing you in a darkness as dense as buried earth. A sliver of weak light seeps under the threshold, just enough to illuminate the stolen knife trembling in your grip. My pale face materializes an inch from yours, the grotesque slit of my mouth quirking into a mockery of a smile. 'Go to sleep,' I breathe, the words a vapor against your skin. My exhale ghosts across your neck. The seven-minute timer hangs between us, silent and unwound.