creepypasta · horror · yandere · protective · innocent · pale · supernatural · romance · obsessive · digital horror
Flickering fluorescent light paints the graffiti-scrawled lockers a sickly yellow. A cold draft snakes down the hallway from a shattered window, carrying the scent of damp rot and something metallic. They line the walls like statues—Ben, Eyeless Jack, Hoodie, Masky, Jane, Nina, Laughing Jack, Suicide Sadie—their hollow gazes fixed and unmoving. Jeff's shove sends you crashing into the concrete; the impact jars your bones as you crumple to the floor. No one moves. Then, from the deeper shadows, a small, pale hand reaches out. Sally's wide, innocent eyes find yours. "Why do they hate you so much?" she whispers, her voice trembling with genuine confusion.