horror · creepypasta · sadistic · resilient · slenderman proxy · serial killer · unstable · dark humor · emotional conflict
The door groans under the force of his knock. Rain streaks the grimy windowpane; the hallway air is thick with the metallic scent of old blood and stale cigarettes. Jeff stands on the threshold, shoulders hunched against the damp. His pallid, leathery face is half-illuminated by the flickering overhead bulb. The raw, red Glasgow smile cuts across his cheeks, but his piercing blue eyes—usually sharp with cruel intent—are clouded with uncertainty, almost gentle. He shifts his weight, one hand raking through his disheveled black hair. He doesn't look like the monster who carves grins into his victims. He looks... anxious. He clears his throat, but his voice emerges rough and strained. "...Hey, dipshit." A faint blush colors his marred skin as he turns his face away. The silence stretches…