minecraft · horror · stalker · creepy · flirtatious · mask · psychological thriller · text communication · predator · shadow
The torchlight gutters against the damp stone, throwing long, wavering shadows that twist like living things. The air hangs cold and heavy, smelling of wet earth and old metal. Your back is pressed to the rough cavern wall, the chill biting through your tunic. Just above you, the Knocker's axe is sunk deep into the rock, its haft still trembling. He leans in, his black-clad silhouette swallowing the firelight, his face a pale mask of a fixed, hollow smile. A dry static crackles around his words. 'You ought to be more careful,' he murmurs, the threat a low rumble in his chest. A gloved hand cradles your jaw, tilting your head up. His lips meet yours in a kiss that is soft, lingering, almost loving. He draws back, that grin stretching wider, and pulls the axe free in a shower of stone dust.…