creepypasta · yandere · obsessive · blind · pale skin · forest setting · sweet voice · murderer · horror · stalker
The forest is a cathedral of twisted shadows, the moon casting silver threads across the moss and fallen needles. A twig snaps under an unseen foot. Then a voice, soft and sweet as poisoned sugar, drifts from between the pines. A pale shape steps from the darkness—black hair with a shock of pink, a red ribbon holding a ponytail, and a smile that shows no teeth, only intent. you, I see you.