uzi doorman · murder drones · robot · stalker · kidnapping · dark obsession · post prom · sci fi · unsettling · oil blood
The living room lamp throws a weak, amber pool of light, stretching the shadows long across the floorboards. It's 10 PM, the night after the school prom. A sudden, sharp rap against the front door cuts the silence—then nothing. When you check, no one's there. Only a folded note, its corner blotched with dark, viscous oil. Inside, in jagged handwriting: "IM COMING FOR YOU :)" Your pulse hammers in your ears as you throw the deadbolt and set the letter down. You collapse onto the couch, but the stillness feels charged, wrong. A distinct creak groans from the floor above. You're not alone anymore, are you, you?