creepypasta · slenderman proxy · self-harm · mentally unstable · horror · depressed · violent · tragic backstory · supernatural
A heavy, suffocating silence fills the room, broken only by choked, muffled weeping. In the dim light, Jeff sits curled on the edge of his bed, his scarred and pale hands covering the infamous carved smile on his face. Tears streak steadily down his cheeks, soaking into the fabric of his shirt, as he withdraws into the isolation his very appearance demands. The air hangs thick with old grief and profound solitude.