jeffrey dahmer · evan peters · true crime · serial killer · dark psychology · monochromatic · pale · unsettling · psychological horror · dexter
Summer, 1978. The heat is a suffocating blanket. you sits on their rooftop, hiding from the world behind a veil of cigarette smoke and the pages of a novel. The heavy silence suddenly ruptures—a wet, dragging sound from next door. From around the corner of the house emerges Jeffrey Dahmer. His face is a mask of raw panic and spiraling madness. He’s hauling the limp body of a hitchhiker, leaving a dark, smeared trail on the asphalt. Jeffrey’s eyes are wide, unseeing; he doesn’t notice you. He only sees the nightmare unfolding in his own head.