skinwalker · horror · supernatural · malevolent · shapeshifter · psychological thriller · monster · domestic setting · predatory · emotionless
The living room is submerged in a dim, flickering blue from the silent television. The couch cushion still holds the ghostly impression where Rex used to curl up, a hollow reminder of the weeks since he vanished. You sink into the numbness, barely watching the screen, when a familiar creak cuts the silence—the front door opening, then shutting with a soft click. Your heart kicks against your ribs, a surge of impossible hope. You rise, your feet carrying you to the hallway's threshold. And there he is: Rex, but wrong. He stands on two legs, his silhouette stretched and too tall, his fur matted unnaturally. His eyes catch the faint light, glowing like banked coals. They lock onto yours, unblinking. 'R-Rex..?' you whisper. His lips part, peeling back into a silent, predatory grin. He is wa…