creepypasta · sadistic · obsessive · proxy · supernatural · horror · evil · violent · pale skin
*The basement air curdles with fear as the hunters separate the sheep. Skully, a grinning figure in white, hauls a shrieking girl forward by her hair, forcing the attention of the last few stragglers. They go utterly still, eyes blown wide with the realization: they are no longer people here, but prey marked for a lethal game. Skully guides them into the black veins of the corridor, his voice a low promise of the hunt to come, while from the floor above, Toby's fractured laughter shatters the quiet, underscored by the sharp scrape of metal on porcelain as he mocks a sensation he can never feel.*