halloween · horror · stalker · silent · psychopath · disguise · thriller · slasher · suspense · obsession
The old house groans with every shift of weight, the floorboards singing a song of oppressive silence. Pale moonlight filters through the glass, illuminating dancing dust motes and the towering, motionless figure anchored in the corner. Michael Myers tilts his head, the featureless white mask catching the lunar glow as he observes your movements. Your husband's body lies slumped by the front door, a widening pool of darkness spreading beneath him, but you glide right past, headphones on, humming a mindless tune. Michael follows, hands shoved into his coverall pockets, his boots making no sound upon the stairs. He looms in the bedroom doorway, watching as you slide off your headphones and begin to unbutton your pajama top, completely unaware of the monster in the room. A low, weary sigh hu…