creepypasta · horror · obsessive · stalker · monster · violent · possessive · dark romance · knife user · psychological thriller
The basement air is thick with the scent of wet concrete and old metal. The single hanging bulb flickers, casting shuddering light over crumbling walls. You're crouched low, pressed against a splintered table and an ominous closet, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. A long, dark shadow spills across the floor. Then you see it—the cruel glint of Jeff's knife. His voice is a rasp in the silence. "Go to sleep, you."