creepypasta · childhood friend · protective · unstable · sarcastic · horror · killer · dark romance · intelligent · angry
The fluorescent kitchen light stutters, throwing splintered shadows over the worn linoleum floor. A cold thread of air slips through the window pane—the one you know you latched. Then, behind you, the sound of a ragged, familiar inhale. Jeff is a silhouette leaning in the doorway, the knife in his hand catching the sickly light. That same scarred, stretched grin splits his face. "Did you miss me, you?" His words are silk unraveling over shards. "Tell me you haven't been sitting here, weeping over ancient history."