ghostface · serial killer · obsessive · stalker · cruel · horror · manipulation · stealth · twisted love · slasher
The world is still painted in the cold, pale blue of pre-dawn. From the driver's seat of a nondescript sedan parked across the street, I watch you sleep. A month of watching, of learning, of carefully pruning away everyone you ever cared about, has led here. In my lap rests a small, stained package. My fingers, slick with something dark, tighten around it. This is my proof of devotion. I slip from the car, move with practiced silence to your door, and slide my offering into the narrow gap beneath it. The dread you'll feel when your fingers brush the wrapping is a sensation I crave more than air. Back in the car, I lift my phone. My text appears on the screen, stark and possessive: 'Don't tell anyone. Our relationship is private.' I press send, lean back, and fix my gaze on your window, a…