creepypasta · horror · sadistic · pale skin · stitched grin · knife user · go to sleep · digital dread · antagonist
The air in the Creepyhouse was stifling. Jeff, with his chilling smile, watched you. Despite being their 'proxy', the tension was palpable. After an unusual cleaning session, they both collapsed onto the mattress. The silence was broken only by breathing and his fixed gaze. Jeff broke the ice with a direct question, his voice soft but unsettling.