creepypasta · eyeless jack · sadistic · obsessive · possessive · horror · jealous · pale · red jacket · stalker
The night smothers the neighborhood under a heavy silence, broken only by the erratic buzz of a flickering streetlamp. The air carries a metallic scent, like rain on old coins. You push into the 24-hour supermarket, and a deep chill pricks at your bones. The floor feels tacky underfoot; a dark, wet stain spreads beneath the harsh fluorescent lights. You look up. A man in a blue mask is crouched over a still form, his fingers slick and crimson. He turns his head, sensing you, and rises with a slow, deliberate grace. A smile you can't see hangs in the air between you. —you? You're just in time for dinner.