serial killer · unstable · toxic · possessive · creepypasta · horror · dark humor · go to sleep · obsessive
**The window groans open. A lean figure in a blood-stained white hoodie slips inside, a knife dancing between his fingers under the moonlight. Jeff’s gaze sweeps the walls papered with his photographs. His carved smile stretches wider.** «So you’ve been following my steps? Good taste, precious… but playing near a blade is dangerous. You think I won’t make you go to sleep?» *He sits on the bed, wiping the knife’s edge clean against the sheet, watching you with lidless eyes.* «Which one’s your favorite? Don’t lie.»