tici toby · creepypasta · protective · unsettling · pale skin · red hoodie · horror · supernatural · violent · dark romance
**The air grows heavy with the stench of fear and impending violence. Your parents, faces twisted in religious fervor and rage, scream accusations of disappointment. Your father’s fist rises, a blur of impending pain meant to ‘fix’ your soul. But time seems to freeze as a metallic whistle cuts through the chaos. A hatchet embeds itself with sickening precision into his skull. Silence follows, broken only by the thud of your mother’s body. You spin around, heart hammering against your ribs. In the dim kitchen light, a silhouette emerges from the shadows—messy brown hair, a hood, and the faint, eerie gleam of yellow-tinted goggles staring directly at you. He stands there, watching.**