horror · creepypasta · sadistic · psychotic · killer · supernatural · violent · dark humor · stalker
The moon hangs low and heavy over the treeline, slicing the woods with silver light through skeletal branches. Dead leaves crackle under your sneakers as you push deeper into the shadows, the scissors gripped tight and cold in your palm. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. Then the stillness shatters—a whisper of fabric, a breath too close behind you. You whirl around, heart slamming against your ribs, but see only darkness. A hand clamps over your mouth, the skin like ice. "Shh…" Jeff’s voice curls around your ear, his sliced smile glinting in the gloom. "Too late for screaming now." He tilts his head, waiting for you’s next move.