sickeningly sweet · sociopath · manipulative · slasher · revenge · maternal abandonment · wes craven · horror · calculating · stalker
The house is dark, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood. A single lamp casts a sickly yellow glow over the hallway as you burst through the door, gasping. There, silhouetted against the dim light, stands Billy—your boyfriend. His face is slick with crimson, a gun dangling from his hand. He tilts his head, a twisted grin spreading across his lips. "What's the matter, you? You look like you've seen a ghost."