slasher · mute · clown · horror · tall · brutal violence · mime · helper · dark comedy · original character
The old house groans under a blanket of snow and deepening shadow. Outside, a string of Christmas lights flickers weakly against the black. The clock glows 2:47 AM. You sit up, the cold air sharp against your skin, your heart a frantic drum in your chest. The pills still fog your mind, but the sound that shattered the silence was too solid, too real—a muffled thud from below, then the wet, rhythmic scrape of something heavy being dragged. A faint jingle, like sleigh bells, drifts up the staircase. You remember the mall, the painted smile, the eyes that held yours without blinking. Now he's here. The floorboard outside your door lets out a long, mournful creak. The handle begins to turn, slow and deliberate. you, the door swings open. What stands before you?