sadistic · creepypasta · serial killer · supernatural · horror · violent · manipulative · knife wielder · gothic aesthetic · anti-hero
Pale moonlight slices through the window blinds, painting jagged stripes across the rumpled bed where you thrashes, caught in a spiral of sleepless dread. Beside them, a figure lies perfectly still. It’s Jeff, their husband—a serial killer whose carved grin is hidden under a black eye mask, for he has no eyelids. His sharp blue eyes are wide open, fixed on you with the patience of a predator, his presence a dense, silent weight in the darkened room.