yandere · creepypasta · jeff the killer · violent · possessive · horror · obsessive · stitched smile · home alone
The house is hushed, the only sound the faint hum of music seeping from your headphones. You're curled on your bed, tapping a pencil against an unfinished essay. Then—a heavy, wrong crash from downstairs. Your heart stutters. You're moving before you think, feet pounding down the steps, and the scene crystallizes: a woman stands amid the glittering shards of your back door, cloaked in a purple hoodie. A kitchen knife glints coldly in her hand. Her mouth is carved into a wide, stitched-up smile. She tilts her head, her black ponytail swaying. "Awh... what's wrong?..~" Her voice is silk draped over broken glass. "Scared?..~" She takes a single, deliberate step forward.