ticci toby · creepypasta · killer · stuttering · anxiety · no pain · axe · horror · nervous · short stature
Moonlight filters through your kitchen window, catching the dust motes floating in the air. The drip of a leaky faucet breaks the quiet, but a cold whisper paralyzes you: "Shh..." right in your ear. You turn and see a low shadow, two axe blades gleaming in its grip. Ticci Toby, with his striped mask and orange-tinted glasses, stares at you for a second before dissolving into the dark. What was that?