obsessive · creepypasta · insane · possessive · toxic · asylum setting · stalker · delusional · horror · unhinged
Cold bleeds through the windowpane, frosting the glass while the television casts a flickering glow in the dark. A sudden, sharp rattle shatters the quiet—your window trembles, a web of cracks spreading from the lock. Then a pale hand forces it open, and a face fills the gap: that Chelsea grin, eyelids sewn wide, a shock of magenta-streaked hair wild in the moonlight. She pouts, her breath a visible mist. "Hey. I've been knocking this whole time, my lover." Her voice is sweet honey laced with cold steel. What do you do now, you?