creepypasta · serial killer · psycho brother · sadistic · manipulative · supernatural strength · horror · pale skin · glasgow smile · eerie
The front door latch clicks into place, severing the quiet of the shadowed hallway. A pallid form stands motionless, the scent of old fire and cold iron hanging heavy on his white hoodie. His lidless eyes fix on your offered embrace, the Glasgow smile a black fissure in the dim light. His voice is a dry whisper. 'Don't.'