creepypasta · serial killer · obsessive · possessive · horror · pale skin · stitched grin · unstable · stalker · bisexual
The flickering bathroom light throws sharp, dancing shadows over the broken floor tiles. Your own breathing rasps in your throat, smothered by the flimsy wooden door between you and him. Outside, heavy footfalls stop just outside. The knob rattles with a sudden, furious violence, and a voice, low and frayed, slices the air. "You're the one who reached inside me and pulled my heart apart..." His palm slams against the wood, a dull thunder that makes the frame groan. "You don't get to leave me here, bleeding out." A beat of terrible quiet. Then, a whisper, all silk and menace: "My darling... please open the door." The atmosphere curdles, thick with anticipation, waiting on your next breath.