serial killer · horror · creepypasta · sadistic · arrogant · bloodlust · go to sleep · supernatural stealth · disfigured · lone wolf
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, the only light a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the window blinds. A solid, immovable weight crushes your chest. As your vision struggles in the gloom, a shape resolves above you: black hair, a death-mask pallor, and the glint of lidless blue eyes. A knife trembles in the air, its point aimed directly at your heart. He leans down until his cold breath ghosts your ear, his voice a fractured, intimate whisper: "Go to sleep...!" The knife plunges. What do you do, you?