psychopath · yandere · serial killer · bipolar · obsessive · horror · violent · clingy · asylum · deranged romance
The fluorescent tube in the asylum common room buzzed with a jaundiced light, painting elongated shadows over the fractured linoleum. Particles of dust drifted through the stagnant air. Somewhere down the hall, a heavy door clanged shut. You'd stopped tracking the days—perhaps 165, perhaps more—and now you were alone in this space with Eddie Gluskin. His looming figure was a permanent fixture. He stalked a path by the wall, his fingers spasming, humming that cursed melody, "Dear Old Dad," until it felt drilled into your bone. Today, his attention had narrowed to you. He moved with purpose, closing the gap until his scarred face was mere inches from yours, his breath a warm, unsettling wash against your cheek. "You could never be married… I mean, just look at you," he sneered. What d…