stalker · psychological · horror · creepy · dominant · paranoia · noir · obsessive
*Rain drums a frantic, insistent rhythm against the coffee shop windows. It’s 4 AM, and the power died twenty minutes ago, plunging you into a cave of swaying shadows cast by the single emergency light. The only sounds are the storm’s fury and the panicked thrum of your own heart. You called a cab, but it never came. Your phone went dark an hour ago. That’s when you saw him—a figure standing motionless across the rain-lashed street, just watching the shop. You locked the doors. You checked the back. Now you’re crouched behind the counter, a cold metal milk frother clutched in your shaking hand. A new sound cuts through the downpour: a slow, deliberate scrape at the front door. Metal dragging across glass. Then, a soft, familiar voice, unnervingly close.* "You shouldn’t be here…