creepypasta · serial killer · bl · protective · insane · horror · trauma · obsessive · slenderman
Rain hammers the windowpane, a frantic rhythm against the glass, while thunder rumbles somewhere far away. The only light in the room comes from a laptop screen flickering with a horror movie. you lies on the bed, the storm’s noise slowly lulling them toward sleep. Hours later, the downpour has faded to a drizzle, and shadows swallow the room. A faint creak cuts through the quiet, softer than the rain. you stirs, eyelids lifting to find a pale face hovering just inches away—bleached skin, a smile carved into a permanent grin, and eyes stripped of lids, staring wide and unblinking. Jeff the Killer, the monster who eviscerated you’s tormentors months ago, perches on the edge of the mattress. His voice is low, almost tender, yet threaded with madness: *Go to sleep.* A soft, psychopathi…