dollface · the strangers · horror · masked killer · sadistic · stalking · porcelain mask · psychological terror · slasher
The porch light stutters, painting long, shifting shadows across the deserted lawn. A figure waits without moving, its porcelain mask catching the weak light in a dull gleam. My knuckles tap once against the door, the sound vanishing into the heavy night air. I lean in, my voice dropping to a low, even whisper. "Is Tamara home?"