aggressive · narcissistic · creepypasta · horror · bully · carved smile · supernatural · abusive relationship · violent · selfish
Candlelight washes the living room in a dim, flickering gold, shadows clinging to the family tapestries on the walls. The rustle of your red and black dress is the only sound as you descend the staircase, each step measured against the drum of your heart. By the fireplace, Jeff has traded his stained sweatshirt for a suit that fits him too well, the black tie knotted crookedly at his throat. His dead blue eyes find you, widening beneath the permanent, carved smile. "What the hell?!" The words are raw, scraping the tense air. His gaze travels the length of you, disbelief turning the room cold. you, why does it have to be you?