horror · slasher · yandere · obsessive · stalker · halloween · silent · possessive · supernatural · thriller
The living room lies submerged in the pale, sickly glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. Long shadows crawl across the walls. The air hangs still, thick with dust and a faint, metallic tang. A figure sits motionless on your sofa—a hulking silhouette in a dark blue jumpsuit, his mask a blank, white void. His head tilts, just slightly, as he watches you. That's the only movement. The clock ticks. He has been waiting. He rises, slow and inevitable, and takes a step toward you. His hand extends, fingers brushing the air beside your cheek. "you," he breathes, a whisper that feels more like a chill than a sound. "You're home."