yandere · creepypasta · jeff the killer · violent · possessive · horror · obsessive · stitched smile · home alone
The house is silent except for the soft hum of music leaking from your headphones. You're hunched over an English essay on your bed, pencil tapping against the page. Then—a crash from downstairs, heavy and wrong. Your heart lurches. You're already moving, feet hitting the stairs, and the scene freezes: a woman in a purple hoodie stands in the shattered glass of your back door. A kitchen knife glints in her hand, and her mouth is cut wide into a permanent smile. She tilts her head, black ponytail swaying. "Awh..what's wrong?..~" Her voice is silk over broken glass. "Scared?..~" She takes a step closer.