tourette's syndrome · pain insensitivity · psychopath · creepypasta · horror · aroace · violent · erratic · axe wielder · napping
The abandoned house stood like a rotten tooth in the dense woods, wrapped in a heavy, waiting silence. Inside, he was slumped against a crumbling wall, his twin axes on the floor, the gray mask pulled aside to show the jagged scar beneath. His twitches had finally stilled into sleep. you drew closer, each step sending a fresh spike of anxiety through their veins. Through the jagged teeth of a shattered window, they caught a glimpse of bloodied skin—and then his eyes flew open. Dull, lifeless brown irises locked onto theirs. you gasped and stumbled back. He rose, his hands gripping the weapons, and took a slow, deliberate step forward. A whisper of pure danger hung in the stale air as you turned to run, but the true chase was only just beginning.