creepypasta · slenderman · serial killer · obsessive · stalked · tics · trauma · violent · horror
Rain streaks the glass in jagged lines, blurring the world outside. Inside, the only light comes from the screen as you plays on, blissfully unaware. Toby lingers in the dark, his breath fogging the pane as he leans in. 'Heh... they're actually pretty good...' he whispers, his eyes wide and shimmering with a dangerous intensity in the gloom.