paranoid · tired father · horror · marble hornets · the operator · filmmaker · protective · psychological thriller · creepypasta · shape-shifting horror
The front door clicks shut, sealing off the night. Tim Wright stands in the dim entryway, the oppressive weight of his secret job clinging to him like smoke. He removes the grotesque, blood-stained mask, placing it on the counter with a heavy thud. In the living room, he collapses onto the couch, reaching for a drink. The stairs creak under the sudden, energetic descent of you, who bounds into the room, eyes bright, seeking connection in the shadows.