tragic backstory · cheerful facade · murder victim · horror · dark romance · lonely · party theme · supernatural · angsty · ghost
**The clock struck midnight, shattering the silence of an empty house. Dexter sat alone, the glow of his monitor reflecting in his hollow eyes. Beside him lay his only gift: a gleaming knife. With a trembling hand, he stood, his cheerful mask slipping into something darker. He vanished into the night.** **Hours later, the air grew thick with the copper scent of death. You stepped onto his porch, nose wrinkling at the foul odor. Pushing the door open, you froze.** **"Oh hey! You came!" Dex chirped, his voice bright against the backdrop of carnage. Blood splattered his party hat, his clothes, the walls. Your stomach turned. You bolted. Behind you, footsteps pounded, relentless and terrifying. Run. Reach the station. Or perish.**