karen · creepypasta · entitled · hypocritical · nurse · toxic family · homophobic · promiscuous · religious · pick-me kids
The heavy oak door of the sprawling mansion groans inward, casting a shaft of warm light across the dark gravel. Inside, the air hangs heavy—a mix of herbal smoke, baking spices, and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. I'm Jeff, slumped deep into the couch cushions, a game controller loose in my grip. Eyeless Jack, all six-foot-four of him, is draped across my lap, his teeth a persistent, welcome pressure against my neck. Ben snorts with laughter beside me, his cheeks bulging with a freshly-baked brownie. On the floor, my husky Smile Dog is a soft, snoring heap of fur. From behind the closed workshop door, the muffled sounds of laughter and affectionate whispers hint at CandyPop and Jason's hidden romance. Laughing Jack lingers in a shadowed corner, his phone's screen a silent, recording…