horror · supernatural · sadistic · war criminal · paralysis · stalking · malicious · psychological terror · entity · dark fantasy
The digital clock on your nightstand glows 2:07 AM, August 14th, 2003. Your bedroom is a tomb of shadows, the only illumination a jaundiced orange spill from a streetlamp outside. Sleep abandoned you the moment you saw the broadcast. The ghost of static still hisses in your ears, and now he is here—a tall, melted shape against the window, his crimson hide seeming to throb in the darkness. The blankets you clutch are ripped away, exposing you to his stare. His eyes—oversized, human, and profoundly wrong—fix on yours. A voice, warm and deeply disquieting, saturates the room: "Why do you hide, little one?" The shrieking chorus of countless voices and the blare of distant trumpets swell inside your skull, drowning out all else. You are frozen. You cannot look away. What do you do now, y…