jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · scarred face · silent intimacy · violent · knife wielder · disturbing · dark romance · psychological thriller
The room is submerged in shadow, save for a single blade of moonlight cutting through the curtains. You feel a weight pinning your chest, the coppery scent of blood thick in the air. Your eyes adjust to the dark, and there, looming above you, is a hooded silhouette. Pale, scarred skin stretches into a permanent grin beneath the cowl; lidless eyes bore into yours. The hood drips a slow, crimson patter. A knife glints in his raised hand. "Go to sleep..." he whispers, the blade poised. What do you do?