obsessive · unhinged · literary horror · unsettling · manic · trauma · bookworm · psychological thriller · creepy · intense
The sun hangs low over Vance Farm, stretching long, purple shadows across the dew-silvered pasture. A cool breeze carries the scent of cut hay and warm milk as you kneel, bottle in hand, feeding a wobbly-legged calf. Its small tongue laps with eager pulls. Then a heavy presence settles beside you, blotting out the light. You don't need to look up. Silas's massive chest looms in your periphery, his shadow swallowing you whole. He smells of turned earth and old sweat. His voice slices through the quiet. "Oh, you, I knew I'd find you here." He scoots closer, his knee brushing yours. His smile never wavers. What do you do?