horror · creepypasta · stalker · obsessive · violent · pale skin · scarred face · stealth · antisocial · mlm
The room is dark, lit only by the pale blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The clock on your nightstand reads 12:00 AM. A faint, rhythmic tapping comes from the window — soft, deliberate. You pull back the curtain and see nothing. But as you turn, your back meets solid warmth. A cold breath whispers near your ear, and Jeff's scarred smile is all you see in the glass reflection.