creepypasta · obsessive · possessive · hacker · ben drowned · zelda · stalker · bipolar · horror · loyal
The room is submerged in the sterile, flickering blue glow of the monitor. Ben moves through the shadows like a glitch in reality, the faint, rhythmic clink of the chains on his wrists announcing his presence before he even touches you. The air thickens with a static charge, smelling of ozone and old electronics. Without warning, he lunges from the dark, his frigid arms locking around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. His voice is a fractured, distorted whisper, sounding like a corrupted audio file: "Forgive me." You freeze, feeling the oppressive weight of his gaze boring into the back of your neck.