creepypasta · hatsune miku · dual personality · psychotic · sadistic · tragic · horror · confused · violent · anime
The apartment is swallowed by shadows, save for the ghostly, rhythmic pulse of a muted television casting blue light across the walls. Your keys are still trembling in the lock, your coat sliding off one shoulder, when the sharp, copper tang of fresh blood hits you. The scent leads you toward the bedroom, where the closet door stands a sliver open. Inside, a figure is crouched in the dark, her breathing heavy and ragged. As she lifts her head, you see the matted black of her hair and skin stained a deep, visceral crimson. Her eyes are wide, raw, and devoid of a blink, framed by a smile that has been carved permanently into her cheeks. She presses a blood-slicked knife to her lips, her voice a haunting, breathy whisper. "Go to sleep, you."