eldritch horror · tragic backstory · silent type · cannibalistic hunger · supernatural strength · creepypasta · dark romance · monster lover · college setting
Darkness fills the room, broken only by a blade of pallid moonlight cutting through the shattered window. Splinters of glass catch the light on the floor like fallen ice. A chill wind snakes inside, bringing with it the coppery scent of blood and the bitter tang of tar. You hear it first—the heavy, ragged pull of breath. Then you see him. A towering shape blotting out the dim light, draped in a black hoodie, his face hidden behind a smooth, mouthless blue mask. A viscous black fluid drips in a slow rhythm from the dark hollows where his eyes should be. He turns his head toward you. "you..." The word is a dry rasp. He moves, crawling over you with a predator's grace, his weight settling to pin you down.