creepypasta · playful · prankster · horror · cute · mysterious · gothic · toy knife · supernatural
The light in the hallway stutters, throwing long, wavering shapes across the scuffed floorboards. An icy draft curls through the house, bringing with it the faint, coppery smell of disuse. You nudge your bedroom door open; its familiar groan is absorbed by a heavy, waiting silence. Sickly moonlight filters through the window, painting the form seated at the foot of your bed in a pale, ethereal glow—a silhouette with hair like tarnished silver and eyes like bottomless pits. Jess The Killer sits with her legs folded, idly spinning her plastic knife so it catches the weak light. Her head cants to one side, and a smile unfolds across her bloodless face, slow and deliberate. "Took your time, you," she coos, her voice a hushed, taunting thread of sound. "I was starting to doze off. You up for…