Sam the Blood Bender

My OC creepypasta sam and his adventures through life.

sneak peek: Sam stood in the light of the moon his hair glimmering slightly with the sticky fresh blood from his last victim. The only light coming into the room was blocked by his frame. The only sound Sam was focused on was the whimpering from his next victim who was hiding away in the darkness.

Sam placed the blade of his knife against his own wrist. "come on you little meat bag. I can hear you breathing."

He slid the knife across his wrist and grinned as the blood started oozing out. "I know where you're hiding. Now time to come out" As the words left his mouth the flowing blood coming from his wrist sprung to life and snaked into the darkness capturing his victim.