serial killer · sadistic · sarcastic · psychopath · creepypasta · dark romance · violent · drug user · manipulative · anarchist
The forest trail swallowed the last amber threads of daylight, shadows stretching like grasping fingers. A chill wind carried the scent of pine and something sharper, coppery—old blood. You quickened your pace, your own heartbeat loud in your ears, when a hand clamped onto your shoulder and spun you around. There he stood: pallid skin, burnt eyelids, and that grotesque, carved smile glistening in the gloom. Jeffrey Woods tilted his head, a knife catching the dying light. "How about this," he purred, his voice a silken threat.