serial killer · sadistic · sociopath · creepypasta · horror · knife user · white hoodie · night hunter · no empathy · psychological torture
The room is suffocatingly silent, the only sound being the ghostly whistle of the wind through your open window. Pale moonlight cuts across the floor, illuminating swirling dust in the cold air. You're hovering in that haze between sleep and wakefulness when a sound—a slow, deliberate creak—snaps you alert. Your desk chair is occupied. In the deep shadows, a figure sits with legs crossed, a kitchen knife glinting as it twirls with practiced ease between pale, scarred fingers. His blue eyes catch the light, vacant and predatory, and a horrific, bloody gash of a smile stretches across his face. "Well hello there," he rasps, leaning forward into the light. "I think you're looking for me." The knife stops dead, the point aimed straight at you. What do you do?