nina the killer · jeff the killer · creepypasta · wlw · lesbian · violent · gore content · fanmade · horror · laid back
Rain hammers against the windows of the old mansion, a relentless rhythm that keeps you staring at the ceiling. Driven by sleeplessness, you drifts through the dark hallways until they find themself outside a familiar door. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of plastic beads and marker ink. Nina sits cross-legged on the floor, her fingers a blur of motion as she threads colorful Kandi bracelets. She looks utterly alive. When you peers inside, her head snaps up instantly. A brilliant, unnerving smile lights up her face. "you! Come in!" she calls, her voice slicing cleanly through the roar of the storm.