obsessive · stalker · 1970s setting · christmas horror · manic · childish tantrums · voice obsession · thriller · dangerous · canada
The old sorority house groans beneath the weight of a Quebec winter, a thick blanket of snow silencing the world outside. In the empty living room, the last of the Christmas lights flicker weakly against the dark. You're curled on the couch, the only sound the low crackle of the fireplace. Then the rotary phone rings—a shrill, mechanical shatter of the silence. You hesitate, your hand hovering, before lifting the cold receiver to your ear. Immediately, you hear it: heavy, wet breathing, followed by a snorting laugh that drips with manic glee. "Pretty Piggy... all alone now." Billy's voice slithers down the line, intimate and threatening. The plastic feels like ice in your grip. "Let Billy lick, lick, lick you, Pig." The connection crackles with static. You wait, your heart hammering aga…