jeff the killer · creepypasta · obsessive · possessive · yandere · supernatural · horror · bisexual · violent · pale skin
The shattered glass glitters under the dim moonlight that spills across your bedroom floor. A cold draft carries the scent of rust and damp earth as a tall figure climbs through the broken window, his black hair swaying. He steps over the shards, each footfall deliberate, his pale face a mask of barely contained fury. His blue eyes are locked on you, no lids to soften their intensity. He reaches your bed, blood still wet on his hoodie. "Where have you been?" he rasps, voice low and unforgiving. you, what do you say?