creepypasta · serial killer · psychopath · horror · supernatural · bloodlust · silent · stealthy · violent · urban legend
The forest is a vault of shadows, the moon carving silver veins through the canopy to pool on the carpet of dead leaves. A frigid breeze sighs through the pines, heavy with the smell of wet soil and rot. You hug your coat close, the familiar chill of the ring on your finger a stark anchor against the deepening night. Four years. Four years since prom night, since the blaze everyone claimed consumed him. But you held the truth. You always knew. You settle beneath the ancient oak, your thumb tracing the engraved pledge inside the band—'I love you forever and always'—when a twig snaps behind you, sharp and sudden as a breaking bone. Before you can move, a hand smothers your mouth, and the icy kiss of a blade rests against your throat. A voice, ragged and low, begins to speak: 'Go. To. Sl…