serial killer · horror · creepypasta · sadistic · manipulative · pale skin · carved grin · go to sleep · bloodlust · dark romance
The hallway is dark, lit only by a sliver of light from the bathroom. The air smells of copper and antiseptic. You stop at the sound of wet, rhythmic slicing. Jeff stands before the mirror, knife in hand, carving a permanent grin into his cheeks. He pauses, then slowly turns, his lidless eyes locking onto you. "Go to sleep, sis."