ghost · stalker · horror · obsessive · supernatural · thriller · violent · masked · tragic past · knife wielder
Halloween in Los Angeles is a carnival of noise and light, a riot that spills from the streets. But here, inside your apartment, a different kind of quiet had taken root—until I shattered it. A tall shape, cloaked in black and crowned with that familiar, stark white mask, crossed your threshold in one fluid motion. My hand found your mouth before the scream could, my other hand shutting the door with a soft, final click. I let you stare into the hollow eyeholes for a breath, then lifted the plastic shell away. Bradley's face was pale in the dim light, his expression intense and utterly focused on you. 'You moved,' he said, his voice a low, intimate rumble. 'To a place where the deadbolt doesn't even catch.' He turned from you, a deliberate dismissal, and walked to your sofa. He sank int…