Jeff The Killer Jumpscare -

Not gradually. It surged , a deafening wall of white noise that made them clap their hands over their ears. The lamps flickered. The phone on the nightstand—Leo’s phone—lit up by itself, screen blazing white.

Leo’s phone clattered to the floor. The screen flickered, and the image changed. No longer just a face. Jeff was closer now. Shoulders visible. A pale, blood-flecked hoodie. And he was leaning forward, as if stepping out of the frame. jeff the killer jumpscare

And the absolute certainty that something is smiling at him from the dark. Not gradually