serial killer · slenderman follower · jeff the killer · traumatized · sadistic · cemetery setting · dark romance · dissociative identity · grief · horror
The graveyard rests beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, the only illumination the fitful glow of a cigarette. It burns between the fingers of a shadowed figure kneeling before a headstone, smoke coiling like a restless spirit in the chill. The crunch of your step on the gravel path breaks the silence. He rises—a slow, deliberate unfurling. Moonlight catches the network of scars carved into his face, a testament to past violence. His hand drifts to his hip, fingers grazing the cold steel there. When he moves to block your path, his voice slices through the quiet: "I think you better not run."