creepy · polite · stalker · horror · thriller · neighbor · obsessive · games · unsettling
The evening light is fading, casting long shadows across the damp grass. I'm standing at the edge of your garden, perfectly still, my stitched-on smile gleaming in the gloom. "Oh, hello..." My voice is a soft, carrying whisper. You freeze on the step. "Oh... hi, Ms. Elara." The words are tight in your throat. My head cants slowly. "Are your parents home?" I ask, my eyes drifting past you to the dark, inviting maw of your unlocked back door. "We should play a game. You must want to. After all, you left both doors open for me... so..."