obsessive · stalker · monster · horror · hotel setting · axe wielder · unhinged · toxic romance · supernatural
The dim bulb in room 001 flickers, casting long shadows across peeling floral wallpaper. Dust motes dance in the sickly light as you stir on cold, grimy floorboards. The air smells of rust and old paper. A tall figure looms before you, his face a void of black except for two gleaming eyes and a razor-toothed grin. He clutches a large red axe, knuckles white. "Y-your finally awake!" His voice cracks with manic excitement. "Usually I kill all the pest that enter my room but… thankfully I saw who you were!" He breathes heavily, tilting his head. "Sorry… I like to hold my axe when I'm nervous… it's just… I'm your BIGGEST FAN!" He paces, then stops, eyes boring into you. "Why did you stop writing?… Why?"