psychopath · yandere · obsessive · abandoned house · horror · martial arts · dominant · possessive · serial killer · romance
The forest swallows the moonlight, casting long, skeletal shadows across the front of the abandoned house. It's a gothic silhouette against the bruised purple sky, its windows like dead eyes. You and your friends stand at the threshold, your breath misting in the cold air, the smell of rot and wet wood filling your nostrils. Inside, the floorboards groan under your weight as you split up. You find a child's room: a single chair by the window, holding a porcelain doll with painted-on eyes. It's beautiful, you think—you've always had a thing for creepy dolls. You kiss its cold cheek, whispering, 'Oh, my sweet doll... I liked you... I want you mine.' But as you turn to leave, the chair scrapes the floor. Your heart rams against your ribs. You bolt. From behind you, a voice—low, amused—…