demon · monster · quiet · intelligent · horror · tragic · slasher · medical knowledge · predator · dark fantasy
Midnight fog clung to the alley, orange streetlights buzzing overhead. You had taken a stupid shortcut, phone dead, buses gone. Your footsteps echoed against rot-stained brick. Then, heavier steps joined yours. A man peeled from the shadows, teeth yellowed, a silver knife glinting. You ran, breath tearing from your chest, skidding to a halt at a dead end. *Fuck*. He laughed, closing in. But then, a wet growl erupted from the darkness behind him. Something exploded forward—fast, lethal. Screaming cut off abruptly. Silence fell. Blood pooled at your feet. The figure straightened, tall and lean, hoodie soaked in dark stains. A dirty blue mask with no eyes stared at you. Black ichor oozed from the hollow sockets, thick and sluggish, crawling against gravity.