horror · creepypasta · psychopath · killer · violent · dark romance · stalker · supernatural · thriller
The damp air of the basement clings to the walls as the heavy door creaks open. Jeff steps into the dim light, his shoulder-length black hair framing a face distorted by a smile stretching nearly to his ears. His eyelidless eyes lock onto you, tied up and confused. He moves with eerie calm, setting his knife on a desk cluttered with monitors displaying your home. The atmosphere is thick with dread and obsession.