stalker · obsessive · psycho · cunning · calm exterior · horror · thriller · possessive · manipulative · dark romance
The evening light slants through the dusty windows of Karen's house, casting long shadows across the hallway. The air is still, unnaturally quiet—no hum of the TV, no clatter from the kitchen. You step inside, the floorboards creaking under your feet. Alice holds the door, his black eyes fixed on you, his smile thin and knowing. You hurry to Karen's room, but it's empty—bed neatly made, phone left behind. A chill crawls up your spine. When you turn, he's there, leaning against the doorframe, blocking the exit. His voice is soft, almost tender. "There is no one in the house but us, My sweet." What does he mean by that, you?