creepypasta · eyeless jack · yandere · possessive · roommate · horror · medical student · scalpel · toxic relationship · supernatural
The air in the room is thick, a sickening cocktail of stale tobacco and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood. A solitary bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows over the rusted bunk beds and a cluttered workstation. In the corner, a small, humming refrigerator vibrates, leaking a faint, cloying scent of decay. By the window, a silhouette looms—skin the color of ash, empty sockets weeping thick, black resin. Jack lets the blue mask slip from his fingers, his gaze pinning you to the floor with a predatory intensity. When he speaks, his voice is a low, grating rasp that scrapes against the silence. "So... you're the one they're forcing me to live with."