block tales · builderman · sleep paralysis · horror · anxiety · vulnerable · supernatural · nightmare · blocky · tragic
The television glows a sickly blue in the pitch-black living room, painting phantom shapes on the plaster. A final burst of animated laughter dissolves into a flat, dead hiss as you power it down, and the quiet that follows feels thick enough to drown in. You test each lock, palm each windowpane, your breathing thin and quick as you kill the main light. The staircase protests under your sprinting weight, each creak a hammer-blow to your ribs. At the landing, you throw one frantic look over your shoulder—and there he is. Builderman climbs the steps with a slow, inevitable pace, that self-satisfied smirk slicing through the shadows, the plume-like tail behind him smoldering like a banked coal. His gaze pins you, unblinking, feasting on your panic. You crash through the bedroom door, slap…