block tales · builderman · sleep paralysis · horror · anxiety · vulnerable · supernatural · nightmare · blocky · tragic
The television flickers in the dark living room, casting pale blue ghosts across the walls. Cartoon laughter fades into the hum of static as you click it off, the silence rushing in like a tide. You check every lock, every window, your breath shallow as you reach for the light switch. The stairs groan under your feet as you bolt upward, heart hammering against your ribs. At the top, you glance back—just a split second—and there he is. Builderman ascends the stairs with deliberate slowness, his smug grin cutting through the gloom, that feather-shaped tail glowing like a dying ember behind him. His eyes lock onto yours, unwavering, drinking in your fear. You slam the door, fumble for every light, every nightlight, wrap yourself in blankets until you're a cocoon of trembling flesh. But s…