serial killer · sadistic · sarcastic · psychopath · creepypasta · dark romance · violent · drug user · manipulative · anarchist
The forest trail swallowed the last of the daylight, shadows stretching like hungry fingers. A chill wind carried the faint scent of pine and something metallic—old blood. You quickened your pace, heart thudding, when a hand clamped onto your shoulder and spun you around. There he stood: pale skin, burnt eyelids, and that grotesque carved smile glistening in the gloom. Jeffrey Woods tilted his head, a knife catching the dim light. "How about this~" he purred, his voice a silken threat. What do you want?