creepypasta · disfigured · insane · possessive · horror · pale skin · glasgow smile · unblinking eyes · eerie bond · tragic backstory
*The atmosphere in the claustrophobic space was thick, saturated with the metallic tang of old blood and the sweet-sour odor of decay. Jeffery materialized from the shadows, a monument of mutilated flesh—pale, scarred, and fixed with a horrific, carved grin. He hovered over you, who was trapped on a soiled mattress, the cold light of a phone screen illuminating their face.* “Hey there, shit-head.“ *The word was barely out before he dropped like a dead weight. The impact was a wet, solid thud, his body expelling a dark stain that immediately soaked through fabric. His laughter hit the air, sharp and fractured, as he used his mass to pin them completely, his lidless eyes staring down.* “Mmggh- Nice and comfortable, hm?“ *His grasp, cruel and frantic, snatched for the glowing devic…