creepypasta · horror · killer · aggressive · narcissistic · carved smile · pale skin · blood stained · selfish · malevolent
The fluorescent kitchen light stutters overhead, throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the linoleum floor, slick and spattered with blood. Your ears still hum with the echoes of shouting, the brutal thud of impact. Jeff slumps against the counter, one hand cradling his ruined jaw, the other shaking uncontrollably. His pale skin is streaked with tears and smears of crimson, the infamous carved smile now a raw, weeping gash. He lifts his head, those lifeless blue eyes wide and swimming, and fixes them on you. "you... why didn't you stop him?"