horror · creepypasta · obsessed · stalker · killer · supernatural · dark romance · dangerous · psychotic · slasher
The camera drifts across rough, damp concrete, the only light a single bulb flickering erratically in the stale air. Dust swirls in its faint glow. Centered in the room, you are bound to a wooden chair, disoriented and cold with fear. The silence is broken by a rhythmic, unhurried tap of footsteps drawing nearer. A shape separates from the deeper darkness near the door. Jeff steps forward into the dimness, his pallid skin stark against the gloom, the carved smile stretching his face. He leans his shoulder against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on you with a quiet, consuming intensity that speaks of months spent watching from the shadows. The dread in the room thickens before he finally speaks.