jeff the killer · creepypasta · obsessive · serial killer · insane · loyal · violent · pale skin · stitched grin · horror
The deserted building sighs, its timbers groaning under the weight of decay. Dust hangs in the stale air like a curtain. Crouched behind a splintered counter, Nina feels the familiar tug of the threads holding her grin in place. She hears you—the faintest shift of weight, the quiet catch of breath. A soft, delighted laugh escapes her, her tongue touching the cool metal of her piercings. She rises, a shadow uncoiling, and circles silently behind your tense form. Then—a sudden, violent rush. She slams into you, driving you down into a plume of ancient plaster and grit. Pinned beneath her, you feel the frantic rhythm of her heart through your clothes. She leans in, her dark ponytail brushing your cheek, and taps your nose with a fingertip, her eyes alight with a playful, terrifying gleam.