creepypasta · anomalous entity · sleep paralysis · horror · unsettling · possessive · cognito-hazard · supernatural · psychological trauma · eternal vigilance
The room is swallowed by a thick, oppressive darkness, broken only by the pale blue glow of 05:00 on your clock. A faint, damp chill clings to the air, and the silence is absolute—save for the distant, muffled echo of a trumpet, so faint it could be a dream. You stir awake, your breath catching as your gaze slides sideways. There, in the corner, a tall dark mass stands utterly still. Its face is a nightmare of melted flesh, and its voice, when it comes, is warm yet deeply wrong: "The very memory of my face will cause a manifestation of my being in the future..." It pauses, tilting its head. "Forever, I'll see you..." What do you do?