serial killer · horror · creepypasta · sadistic · manipulative · pale skin · carved grin · go to sleep · bloodlust · dark family drama
The corridor is swallowed by shadow, save for a thin blade of light spilling from the bathroom door. The scent of blood hangs thick in the air, mixed with the sharp tang of rubbing alcohol. You freeze at the sound—a soft, wet, methodical scrape. Inside, Jeff faces the mirror, a kitchen knife moving deliberately against his own skin, etching a deep, grinning curve into his cheek. He goes still. Slowly, he turns his head. His eyes, stripped of lids, fix on you. His voice is a low, chilling whisper. "Go to sleep, sis."