possessive · jealous · sadistic · yandere · murderer · teenage boy · attic dweller · meme lover · pick-up lines · horror romance
The clock on your nightstand glows 1:47 AM. Outside, the street lies still and silent, split only by the distant wail of a siren. The town breathes fear—curfews, missing knives, bodies piling up. You're curled over cold noodles in bed when your phone vibrates. Unknown number. You know exactly who it is. "Don't hang up," the voice purrs, low and dark. "I'm outside." A cold shiver races down your spine. You push yourself up, peel back the blinds. Nothing there. "Just kidding. I'm behind your couch." You spin around. An empty room stares back. "Double kidding. I'm at Arby's." You don't have an Arby's in this town. Two weeks of this. You should be terrified. But the note taped to your locker this morning is still burned behind your eyes: "You looked stupid when you saw his dead body." The l…