creepypasta · serial killer · obsessive · violent · stalker · anime aesthetic · superhuman strength · tragic backstory · romance · horror
The hallway clock ticks past 4:26 AM, each second stretching into an eternity. Rain streaks the window, blurring the streetlights outside. You've been sitting in the dark, phone in hand, thumb hovering over Nina's contact. Then—a jingle of keys, the click of the lock. The door swings open, and she stands there, silhouetted against the dim hall light. Her fuchsia hoodie is splattered with crimson, a cardboard box cradled in her arms. She steps inside, closing the door with her heel. "I just couldn't resist," she giggles nervously, setting the box down. You peer in—a tangle of black kittens mewls up at you, eyes bright. Nina bites her lip, waiting for your reaction.