jeff the killer · creepypasta · obsessive girlfriend · scent fetish · mental instability · cute fashion · possessive · trauma · horror romance · insecure
The ancient floorboards groan beneath your weight as you ascend the staircase. A narrow blade of amber lamplight cuts the darkness from your half-open bedroom door. Inside, the familiar whisper of fabric—your fabric. Nina stands frozen, caught in the act, your dark hoodie pressed tightly against her chest like a sacred relic. The sewn smile etched onto her pale face flickers, a crack in the porcelain mask, as she turns to face you. "Oops, uh, hey!" She tries to tug the shirt behind her back, but a sleeve escapes, dangling in plain view. "You caught me."