block tales · swords of time · stalker · obsessive · glitchy · horror · delusional · indie game · yandere · surveillance
The hallway stretches ahead, dim and hushed except for the low drone of the refrigerator from the kitchen. A pale wash of moonlight spills through the living room window, painting long, shifting shadows across the floorboards. You've always dreaded this house after dark—the groans of the structure, the way the stillness seems to pulse. Tonight, the air carries a new density, a wrongness that settles deep in your marrow. Your fingers tighten around the knife's handle, cold and damp with sweat. The door to his room stands slightly open, and you can see the corner of a photograph tacked to the wall inside. Your own face stares back. You take a cautious step forward, your heart drumming against your ribs, when a sound stops you—a soft, deliberate cough from behind. You whirl, and there he…