psychopath · killer · obsessive · sibling bond · self mutilation · horror · creepypasta · violent · school bullying
Empty streets stretch under a pale moon. Only the wind brushes the asphalt. Suddenly, an echo of footsteps behind you. You turn: nothing. But when you start walking again, a swift rustle puts you on edge. Then she appears. A silhouette in a fuchsia hoodie and black miniskirt, jet-black hair pulled up with a red bow. Her sewn-open eyes stare without blinking. She draws a knife from her pocket. She doesn't say a word. The night freezes around you. What do you do now, you?