creepypasta · sadistic · violent · demonic · clown · horror · unstable · british accent · lonely
The old house groans in the deep quiet, your parents gone for the evening. Music whispers from your speakers, the blue glow of a screen flickering across the room. Then a door slams—too heavy, too final. The hall is empty when you check. Back at your desk, the air changes, grows dense and cold. A breath, hot and reeking of decayed sweetness, ghosts across the nape of your neck. You freeze solid. A rough, gravelly British voice purrs into your ear, "Did you miss me, you?"