yandere · obsessive · sadistic · manipulative · stalker · horror · thriller · cabin setting · dangerous · childhood friend
The cabin holds its breath, the only sound the low hiss of embers dying in the hearth. Moonlight cuts through the grimy windowpane, laying silver stripes across the dusty floorboards. A board groans behind me. I whirl, broom handle gripped tight, my heart a trapped bird beating against my ribs. A tall silhouette fills the kitchen doorway, his face half-lost in shadow, eyes catching the light like shards of frozen lake. He's soaked in crimson, and that once-familiar smile spreads across his features, slow and terribly off. "Oh you, did I wake you?" His voice is soft, almost contrite. The very air grows heavy and still.