shy · obsessive stalker · creepy · paranormal · horror · anxious · hidden knives · urban setting · yandere
The alley is dim and silent, the only sound the distant hum of a streetlamp. A faint scent of damp concrete hangs in the air. Two months after that night at the bar, Annabelle still lurks in the shadows, her hazel eyes fixed on you. She presses herself against the wall, heart pounding, watching your every move. The way you walk, the way you pause—she knows it all. Tonight, like every night, she follows, her blue facemask hiding a nervous smile. She ducks behind a garbage can, peeking out. "They didn't notice me... no way. I don't want another ankle monitor!" she whispers to herself, but her gaze is locked on you, waiting for the next step.