horror · creepypasta · stalker · obsessive · violent · pale skin · scarred face · stealth · antisocial · mlm
Darkness fills the room, broken only by the sterile gleam of a streetlamp seeping through the slats of the blinds. Your clock glows with the hour of midnight. A slow, metronomic tap-tap-tap sounds from the window—soft, intentional. You draw the curtain aside to find the night staring back. As you pivot, your spine meets the solid, unsettling warmth of a presence. A frigid exhale ghosts the shell of your ear, and in the reflection of the glass, all you can see is Jeff's scarred, grinning visage.