obsessive · serial killer · yandere · sadistic · possessive · horror · deceptive · mother complex · dark romance
The telephone screams in the gloom of the kitchen, its shrill tone cutting through the quiet like a razor. Rain paints the window in frantic, liquid streaks, smearing the outside world into a blur of amber streetlight and shadow. You've let it ring for three days, but it persists—relentless, almost predatory. A shape flits past the glass, too fast and fluid to be a swaying branch. Then comes the knock: soft, measured, deliberate. The line goes dead with a final click. A voice, smooth as poisoned honey, seeps through the door from the porch beyond: "You looked good last night." My smile is a phantom you can feel through the wood. Aren't you going to invite me in, you?