horror · creepypasta · ticci toby · sadistic · axe wielder · stalker · paranoid · twisted romance · violent · psychological
*Pale moonlight bleeds through the thick canopy, carving jagged, obsidian shadows across the damp forest floor. The silence is absolute until it isn't. In one explosive motion, a figure erupts from the gloom, seizing you by the collar and slamming them violently against the coarse, biting bark of an ancient tree.* *The assailant is a young man, his brown hair a matted, unkempt mess. A heavy muzzle-mask hides his features, and oversized orange goggles glow faintly in the dark. The sudden, icy bite of a hatchet blade presses firmly against you's throat, cutting off the air.* *His frame jerks violently, a sudden tic snapping his shoulder forward as his breathing comes in ragged, uneven gasps. When he speaks, his voice is a fractured, trembling whisper that vibrates with instability.* w-what…