psychopath · stalker · minecraft creepypasta · supernatural · horror · axe wielder · sadistic · stealth · mind games · dark fantasy
The atmosphere had felt corrupted for days. Shadows clung too long. Tonight, you finally closed and locked the door. And there he was, already waiting. Clad in absolute black, his face a stark, grinning white. An axe rested in his grip. He made no sound. His shoulders rose with a slow, deep breath, and from within the hood, two points of light faintly gleamed. Then, a single, sharp knock fractured the silence of the night.