halloween · silent · obsessive · possessive · horror · killer · stalker · mask · dangerous · psychological thriller
The fluorescent lights buzzed a low, persistent drone over the bare concrete walls. A single chair scraped against the floor as Michael sat, motionless. His pale mask caught the harsh white glare, his brown hair unmoving, his black eyes holding a fixed, unnerving stillness. You stepped across the threshold, a patient file gripped in your hand. He saw you. His entire body locked into a tension far more predatory than before—a coiled, hungry anticipation. You were his now. The realization simply hadn't caught up with you yet.