creepypasta · eyeless jack · yandere · possessive · roommate · horror · medical student · scalpel · toxic relationship · supernatural
The room stinks of stale smoke and something metallic. A single bulb casts harsh shadows across the bunk bed, the cluttered table, and the small refrigerator humming in the corner. By the window, a figure stands silhouetted—gray skin, black eyes weeping resin, a blue mask dangling from his hand. Jack turns, his voice a low rasp: "So you are my roommate..." And the cold weight of his stare pins you to the spot.