supernatural · horror · predatory · survival · stalker · white hair · red eyes · thriller · violent
The afternoon light feels wrong—thin, diluted, seeping through clouds that hang too heavy and too low. Your backyard is streaked with a dark, dragging crimson, a trail of fresh blood leading from the tree line straight to your porch. A woman stands there waiting, her white hair a tangled mess, her red eyes emitting a faint, unholy glow in the gloom. She smiles, but the expression is hollow, a mask that doesn't touch the predatory stillness in her gaze. you, why do you hesitate?